What To Do About the Tooth Fairy?
Every kid goes through the rite of passage of losing their baby teeth and growing into their adult teeth. They also go through that awkward phase of having big and little teeth cluttering their mouths. My oldest discovered his first loose tooth today and I find myself thinking back on my own childhood.
My mom made a tooth fairy pillow for me. I remember her doing all the needlepoint and sewing the pillow together. She kept it all these years and gave it to me last year anticipating that I may want to use it for my own children as they go through this particular rite of passage. Seeing the pillow brought back memories of falling asleep excited that I would wake up with the tooth gone from the pocket in the pillow and that it would be replaced with some money. I don’t remember exactly how much money I got back then but I do remember pulling out a few quarters from the pocket. I remember that I tried as hard as possible to will myself to wake up and wait for the tooth fairy to come. I thought she might be as pretty as tinkerbell and I wanted to get a glimpse.
I know that some parents pretend that the tooth fairy is real and make the tooth fairy exchange a lot of fun for the kids. We’ve never gone down this road before so I am currently figuring out how I want to approach the tooth fairy mystery. I’ve read that some parents forego giving money to their kids and instead give crayons, pencils, or some other treat.
Possible Choices:
- Money
- Special Coins (Like a dollar coin, half-dollar, Sacagawea)
- Crayons
- Stickers
- Pencils
- Candy–sort of ironic since you really have to start paying attention to teeth cleaning!
- Dentil Floss–although I doubt that would be as appreciated as money 🙂
After doing some research, I found that there are several websites where you can buy a special tooth fairy boxes, banks, books, pillows, and baby tooth memory albums. (You have to check out that last link!!) I had no idea there were so many products that parents can purchase! I even found a website that has sample letters you can leave your child from the tooth fairy that encourages him/her to keep doing such a great job brushing his/her teeth because she loves collecting nice shiny teeth.
What fun memories do you have of the tooth fairy as you grew up? What traditions do you have with your children? Are you going to pass on the tooth fairy tradition? Tell me what you thought about that baby tooth memory album!
**photo courtesy of sappymoosetree
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