The Tooth Fairy Didn’t Come Last Night

boy holding tooth

So it happened. Again. The Tooth Fairy didn’t make it to my house last night. I was aware that tooth #6 fell out just before dinner yesterday, but I was pretty focused on getting something in the screaming toddler’s stomach at the time. My son was excited, but he’s been there done that already, so there wasn’t a huge amount of fan fare. He put the tooth in a baggy, cleaned up his bloody mouth straight away, ran the tooth upstairs under his pillow, and promptly starting whining that if the meatballs weren’t ready soon he’s starve to death. The night went on.

I went upstairs this morning to wake the kid up for school and found a sobbing six-year-old holding a little plastic baggy. The tooth fairy never came. Shit. I suck as a parent.

Isn’t it my parental duty to help maintain his innocence and sense of wonder by pretending to be a hoard of magical creatures all year long? Aren’t I supposed to bust my ass to make holidays special and then let some figment of his imagination take all the credit? I’m so damn sick and tired of the run around and he’s only six. I have to more little ones who will be going through this song and dance in a few years.

Someone please put me out of my misery before I ruin my kids’ childhoods.

Last time it was simple; he couldn’t find his tooth and wasn’t sure if the Fairy had come. I rushed upstairs while he was brushing his teeth and slipped a dollar under his pillow — plus an extra 50 cents for penance. I told him to look again. He did. Woo hoo! Crisis averted. This time wouldn’t be that simple.

Thinking fast — especially first thing in the morning — is not my forte. At this very moment, however, something needed to be done. I started spitballing reasons that the Tooth Fairy didn’t make it to our house the night before, and my six year old ate it up. He joined right in. Here are some of the things we came up with if you ever found yourself in a bind:

  • She had a really busy night and simply didn’t make it to our house yet.
  • The dog was sleeping in his room. Maybe the Tooth Fairy is afraid of dogs?
  • Daddy locked the windows before he went to bed. She couldn’t possibly get into the house!

We decided to write a note to the Tooth Fairy, just in case. That never actually happened because now we had to rush to get ready for school. Ugh. The only thing more difficult than managing my time as a parent, is managing my kid’s time. He went off to school happy as a clam, but then I had to really think about how best to remedy my giant mistake.

When all’s said and done, I know I’m not a bad parent, just an imperfect one. I can barely remember to brush my own teeth each night in between getting the kids ready for bed, cleaning up after the kids go to bed, and getting work done before I go to bed — much less remember if there’s a tooth waiting for collection under my kid’s pillow. Tomorrow is going to be just as crazy as today was, so it’s not going to get any easier. I just hope that I can manage to do a little better tomorrow.

One day he’ll know all my parenting secrets, and he’ll appreciate all the work I did to keep his childhood magical, but for now, I really need to suck it up and step up my Tooth Fairy game even if I can’t take the credit for it.

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  1. Michelle says:

    Shauna – You are a genius and an awesome mom. You do so much, you rock. He’ll remember this but he’ll also remember how the tooth fairy came the next day after not getting the memo that his tooth was out.

    Good job momma!

  2. Kristen says:

    That’s some fast thinking right there! Life happens and all to often we are caught up in the rush of it. Don’t forget to cherish the little things momma, they won’t last long. Best wishes to you and the tooth fairy!

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