A few months ago the big guy had his picture taken at school.
It's was one of his best school pictures so far. Nice blue background, he had a
cool button down shirt, his hair was just right, but the best part... It was
his last picture with all his baby teeth. The picture was taken on a Friday,
and when he woke up in the morning on Saturday, he had one less tooth.
It was the cutest thing. He came out of his room that
morning then came and woke me up. At first I didn't notice anything, then he
said something and I noticed it was gone. It was kind of surprising, because we
didn't know it was loose. I woke momma up real quick (she was really only
snoozing) and we were just amazed. That's when we found the second loose tooth
right next to the gaping hole from his missing tooth.
Losing a tooth as a child is a big deal, it always was for
me, and I think it's the same for most people. The tooth comes out and we keep
it so we can put it under our pillow at night. Then during the night one of our
parents will come in and switch the tooth with a dollar while we sleep and
claim it was the tooth fairy. It's a sweet childhood memory we can all look
back on with nostalgia, but this is all different with an auspie.
First, he never let us know it was loose. I didn't know, and
momma didn't ether. I'm sure he knew it was loose, but I don't think it came
across his mind to say something, and with his vocabulary now I think he could
have said something if he wanted to. I guess he just didn't think it would fall
out, or that it was important. Second, we may always have to find out about
things after it happens. Things like this may be something he doesn't tell us
because "he doesn't know any better", and I hate using that phrase
because it seems so demeaning, but he really doesn't.
He tells us other things about his body, when he's hungry
and thirsty, he's put himself to bed many times without us knowing, and
sometimes before his bedtime, he can tell us when he's cold or hot, but these
are all kind of basic things or everyday type things. Other things, important
things, he will only tell us if we ask him, like if he feels sick. Most kids
will say "momma, I don't feel good" but he doesn't, he will just keep
on going, and we really have to keep an eye on him. He can't say if his ear hurts
if he has an ear infection, or if he feels hot or cold if he has a fever, or if
he's about to puke because his tummy is upset, all of these things we have to
watch for. It's not the same as having a "regular" kid, like there
really are any "regular" kids.
This also kind of worries me as he gets older, because he
will go through puberty, that is a fact (thank god he's not a girl) and I may
not have the ability to explain to him what's going on with his body or he may
not be able to comprehend what I'm trying to explain. He's going to grow facial
hair, and he's seen me shave, and has a toy shaving kit now, but a play razor
is different than a real razor, and he may not develop the fine motor control
needed to shave and not hurt himself. The only thing I know for sure is I can
try to do my best when the time comes.
Oh yeah, and about the tooth, we didn't find it; I'm sure he
swallowed it in his sleep and didn't know it. The other tooth, it fell out also
and we didn't find that one ether, but he still got a dollar for each, and he
really didn't care about "the tooth fairy" story we told him. Matter
of fact, he didn't seem to care about the dollars ether, I had to take him back
in his room and show him the dollar, and he just said "yay" and ran
away to play, I ended up putting the dollar in his piggy bank for him.
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