Today Adelade and I got to go on a fun adventure. Chad had an all-day meeting right near the Capitol in Austin, and she and I tagged along to spend some time touring the downtown area. It was a rare opportunity for Adelade and I to get to spend some time together without the two younger kids, and we were so excited.
Early on in the trip I noticed that she was acting a little strange. Her mouth was clamped shut. She had slightly flushed cheeks. She was unusually quiet and seemed worried about something. I wondered if she wasn’t feeling well, but I didn’t say anything because I don’t like to encourage hypochondria in already dramatically-inclined children. So, I chatted on as if she were acting normal, and prayed that she wasn’t getting sick.
We stopped to eat at her favorite restaurant, and I went on and on about how wonderful it was, eating in her favorite place where we never get to eat, and she kept nodding and smiling, obviously wanting me to feel like she was appreciating the greatness of this moment. When her food arrived we started eating, and after about five bites, she suddenly sat up straight, clanged her fork down on the table, and blurted out, “I have a loose tooth! It’s really loose! I can’t even eat it’s so loose!” And she finally smiled, for real, and I laughed because I realized that this was what her several hours of weirdness had really been about.
She had spent valuable little-kid-free time fretting over her loose tooth, knowing she should ask her daddy to pull it, but really just too afraid to ask because she hates getting teeth pulled. But, never one to miss a tooth-pulling opportunity, Chad took her to some unknown area of the restaurant (my apologies, fellow diners) and he pulled her tooth.
She came back to the table all smiles. She still didn’t eat her food, but her entire countenance changed once she had finally let her dad deal with her issue.
As we got back in the car and continued our trek to Austin, I thought about how often I go on and on worrying about something before I finally take it to God and let Him handle it. I wonder how many otherwise amazingly awesome days I’ve wasted fretting over what God could take care of in five minutes.
Yep, Adelade comes by it honest.
She left her tooth under her pillow in the hotel room, but the Tooth Fairy couldn’t find us in Austin (ahem, the Tooth Fairy gets a little forgetful), so we’ll try again now that we’re back in our usual spot.
I had such a fun time with my growing-up girl. She just keeps gaining inches. She just keeps losing teeth. She just keeps teaching me lessons.