We, of course, had the same end result both times --a donation to the Tooth Fairy's stash placed under his pillow-- but the events drew vastly different reactions. Watching him happily jet into the kitchen to find a Ziploc baggie for tooth number two this afternoon --just 40 hours or so after I watched him rant and rave and shed big, salty tears over number one-- made me reflect a bit on perspective and change. Change is hard for everyone, I think. We can pretend it's not, but on some level, it's scary or difficult or challenging to step out into the unknown. But once we've taken this first step --that first leap of faith, if you will-- it changes our perspective.
Not even I know what prompted me to connect losing teeth with stepping out in faith (well, that's not true -- I assume it was God since that's pretty random stuff, even for me), so take from it what you will. Just don't be afraid to take a step if you feel like you're being called to do so.
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