I’d like to take a short breather from the writing world just to talk about something simple.
My eight year old lost his first tooth last night. Big excitement in the Eaton household as the kids got ready for the arrival of the Tooth Fairy. My husband went to bed early, and Mommy tucked the kids in, and stayed up late working on her computer, as usual. No rest for the weary writer, or the mother of excited children.
I was thinking after I finally got to bed last night how good my husband has it, although I don’t think he looks at it that way. He’s a work from home Dad, which is really really hard. The great thing is though, that he gets to see the kids in the morning before they go to school. I miss that. Especially on mornings like this.
I wouldn’t get to talk to my son when he woke up, or see his excited face when he counted out his coins. I would miss it, like I missed his first steps.
I did get a little bonus, though. I stepped out of my room this morning ready to go to work, to find my son cuddled up asleep on the floor in the hallway outside his room. His right hand was resting on a pile of coins.
I still don’t know why he woke in the middle of the night, or why he was in the hallway. It bought a smile to my face though.
It’s the little things. He wasn’t awake, but I got to see him, and I know he was excited. Mommy really needed that.
Amendment: Omigosh! He lost another one at school today! He looks so goofy!