With a twist and a quick tug, it was out. My eight-year-old had finally lost a tooth, and his goofy grin was priceless.
For two years, he’d seen so many of his classmates lose tooth after tooth after tooth. He’d hear stories about that tricky tooth fairy, see kids bring home cute certificates from school acknowledging the milestone, and watch friends with envy as they wiggled their pearly whites.
But for my own son, his teeth didn’t budge for years. He so desperately wanted to lose a tooth, to participate in this rite of passage, to finally have his turn.
He asked and asked and asked when he would lose a tooth, and I could only respond that it would happen in time, when his teeth were ready to pop.
It’s tough to wait, especially when you see others get something you want so badly.
For my son, it was the tooth, but everyone has these moments.
For the girl seeking that first boyfriend …
For the woman who so desperately wants to get pregnant …
For the exhausted mom willing her child to sleep through the night …
For the individual seeking that job interview, offer, promotion …
For the writer waiting to hear back on a pitch …
We all want our moment. We pray. We wish. We bargain. We beg a higher power.
But so often, we simply need to wait and trust our time will come.
Motherhood has certainly made me more patient, but I still hate waiting. Just like my son, I want to know when. I ask. I try to game the system. I convince myself I can control the outcome. But really, I can only wait.
My little guy is still sporting his new smile and excited to be a part of the “lost tooth club.” But I’m certain there will be other moments in his future when he’ll need to wait it out again.
Patience is a virtue, and it’s a virtue I’ll be working on for the rest of my life.
Have you mastered the art of waiting? Any tips for Type-A impatient girl?