So when the muscles in my arms tightened under the familiar weight of the camera yesterday, all to capture the loss of a tooth, I expected a similar milestone accomplished excitement that had accompanied so many others.

And yet, a tiny piece of my maternal heart seems to have been plucked out along with this whee little tooth. For the first time the flash of the camera was not recording what had become new in our child's life, but what had so long been there and was not any more.
Perhaps this is a little much for a tooth, even one watched for daily over six years ago, but in a tangible way, part of my first born's childhood was just out grown, and every day he is becoming more of a big boy.

