Dear Eva: On Teeth and How Getting Them Sucks

Dear Eva,

I wish that you were old enough to understand this letter, because then I’d be able to tell you that this teething thing doesn’t last forever. I’d promise you that one day you’d be able to make it more than three minutes without jamming your fingers in your mouth and biting frantically.

It’s the most frustrating thing in the world not to be able to make you feel better. I know that you want me to fix it, but I just can’t. You need teeth. Everyone gets teeth. It’s one of those crummy facts of life, like growing pains and hangnails.

Some day you’ll have bigger problems. There will be kids who won’t play with you. There will be subjects in school that you won’t want to study. You won’t get the part you wanted in the school play. The boy (or girl) you like won’t like you back. And when they do like you back and you really like them and you spend years being in like with each other and then one day you get a text message saying they’ve met someone else…yeah, that will suck too.

The bad news is that I can’t protect you from those kinds of things. They’re all going to happen and that’s how you’ll learn things about yourself and other people and life. If I stopped all of those bad things from happening, I’d have to stop good things from happening and believe me when I say that you’re going to experience good things. Things that are even better than getting that morning bottle or kicking your legs in the bathwater or reading Brown Bear, Brown Bear for the twentieth time. You’ll just have to trust me.

You have such a big journey ahead of you and this teething thing is just a little speed bump. For as much as you’re irritated about those ouchy gums these days, I promise you won’t even remember this pain. Mom and Dad have lots of teeth and neither of us remember what it felt like when they showed up.

Even though I can’t wiggle my nose and make your teeth show up all at once, pain-free, I promise to be here to rub your gums with a washcloth. I’ll make the puppets read you stories when you get fussy. I’ll put you up in the air like Superman when you just can’t take it anymore. So will your dad. That’s why we’re here.

In the meantime, hang in there and keep working on those teethers. Don’t worry…if the last five months are any indication, you’re going to be all grown up with all your teeth before mama can even blink.

Loves you,
Mom

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The photo strip above was made using a free photo editing website called PhotoFunia. There are a bunch of different effects (including a few that are animated) and the site is completely free to use.

Most of the effects are right there on the front page, but there are a few more if you click on the “Lab” tab up at the top. (That’s where the photo strip effect can be found.) You can either download images that are sized for web use or larger images designed to be printed. I had a lot of fun messing around with it, so go play!

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One thought on “Dear Eva: On Teeth and How Getting Them Sucks

  1. I liked this post 🙂 And i REALLY liked how you mention the boy or girl won't like her back. You just raised a few cool points with that.

    It looks like motherhood is suiting you quite well. Hope Eva feels better soon!

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