Well, today after lunch, he realized his tooth was gone. It was nowhere to be found. We are pretty certain that it came out in his food and went down the hatch. He was upset that he wouldn't be able to leave it for the tooth fairy and get money (how do kids learn these stories??) but Grandma gave him the idea to draw a picture of his tooth and leave it under his pillow. The tooth fairy snuck in at some point this evening and left a gold coin for Gabriel. Oh my, was he entranced and impressed. He declared that he was not going to spend it ever, and it was going to go into his box of special things. This black box with silver trimmings has a combination lock on it, and is one of his most treasured possessions.
He confided in me this evening as we were discussing the several "accidents" he had tonight, that it is hard growing up. I told him I understood; it is hard to have to take more responsibility, to watch your body change and feel out of control about it. I wanted to cry myself when he said that to me. I am learning that watching our children grow and enter new phases is one of those heartbreaking yet completely necessary tasks of motherhood. Gabriel has changed so much since he entered first grade a few short months ago. I almost feel like this phase rivals the babyhood phase in terms of growth spurts and rapid changes. I wish I knew more how to deal with it, and I pray I have enough love and wisdom to shepherd him along without exasperating him.
I'll try to post pics tomorrow.