Desperate to escape the wiggly tooth drama, yesterday I jumped at the chance to take Timmy to play at the farm. The weather was beautiful, a welcome change after a week of rain, and I thought that getting outside for a few hours was exactly what we needed to reset. Selfishly, I was also hoping that Timmy would stop obsessing about his tooth if he was busy playing.
My plan worked, and I had a wonderful (drama free) afternoon in the sunshine. Timmy thoroughly enjoyed playing and exploring. He stopped worrying about his tooth and, for the first time in nearly a week, I saw the anxiety melt off of his face. He was happy and carefree, which is exactly how a seven-year-old should feel.
His tooth is still wiggly and intact, but at least he has stopped obsessing about it. Hopefully he has put his tooth-anxiety to rest. If not, I know we can always escape to the farm.