Why I told my daughter the truth about the tooth fairy
Tuesday, April 8, 2014
Last week, my 6-year-old lost her two front teeth. And she is absolutely giddy about it.
"Mom, will my big girl teeth grow in by the summertime?" she asked as she stared in the mirror at the new space between her teeth. "Yes, they will probably be mostly grown in by then." I told her confidently. "Oh man, I don't want them to!" she said, "I think I look awesome like this!".
She rocks the missing teeth look with pride.
But I'll never forget her sweet, tentative little face as we placed those tiny baby teeth in the tooth fairy pillow on the night she lost them. She's always been a bit hesitant about the idea of a magical fairy coming into her bedroom while she sleeps. It does seem like an awfully personal space to invade. At least Santa never goes upstairs while he's in the house. She looked at me with tears of fear in her eyes and told me that she does NOT want the tooth fairy in her bedroom. I told her I completely understand and that we could just leave the tooth pillow outside her door in the hallway. She thought about it for a minute, and still felt very uncomfortable. And that's when I cracked. Why in the world would I continue the farse of the tooth fairy when the whole idea scares her to tears?! I never ever want her to feel uncomfortable in her own home. So I gave the hubs a quick heads up that the cat was about to escape from the bag and then I sat her down on my bed to to tell her the truth. I told her it had been Daddy all along who placed those dollars in the tooth pillow. Sweet relief washed over her face. "Really?!" she exclaimed with a laugh. She breathed a big sigh of relief and giggled as she processed the whole thing.
Of course I then explained that she can't ever tell anyone else because many kids enjoy this tradition and we don't want to ruin it for them. She enthusiastically agreed. I think she loves being in on the secret now.
My toothless girl slept soundly that night. And so did I. Because I didn't have to stay up waiting for her to fall asleep, and then place cash in the tooth pillow while stressing that she would wake up and see me.