[Parenting] “The Day His Second Front Tooth Fell Out” — A Small Rite of Passage at Age 6 😌

Good evening 😊✨
I’m Yuu, a full-time working mom of two 💕

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1. The First Tooth Lost at Preschool

“Mommy! My tooth feels kind of weird~!”

One evening, my son pointed to his mouth, clearly sensing something strange 🤔

When I looked inside, I saw that his lower front tooth was just barely wiggling!

It was a tiny movement, but enough to tell us that the day was drawing near 😊

Now that he’s a little over six, there’s a new buzz at preschool:

“Did you hear? ○○ lost a tooth!”

That kind of talk was spreading, and my son seemed a little restless too ✨

“What happens when it falls out? Will there be lots of blood?”

“Does it hurt? Will a new one grow right away?”

He kept asking these questions over and over, with a mix of worry and curiosity 😌

I told him, “There might be a bit of blood, but your grown-up tooth will come in soon.”

But honestly, I was a little nervous too 🤔✨

I was happy he was growing, but those baby teeth are full of memories 😌

I suddenly remembered the tiny toothbrush we used every night when he was a baby,
and those fresh little teeth that had just started coming in 😊

Then, about ten days later—

“My tooth fell out!”

He came home from preschool smiling and told me the news 🤔✨

It was the first day he lost a lower front tooth.
…Or so I thought.

But actually, I didn’t get to see that tooth at all 🫣

Why? Because right after he got home, my husband—

“Alright! Let’s toss it on the roof!”

And he enthusiastically launched it from the balcony 🫣

That day, I got home a bit late from work,
and when I heard the story afterward, I was surprised 🤔

“Wait, what? I didn’t even get to see it!?”
I blurted out.

But my husband, completely unfazed, said,
“You’re supposed to throw baby teeth, right?” 🤣

Sure, that’s what the old superstition says…

…but couldn’t he have at least shown me the first one? 🫣

That thought made me feel just a little bit annoyed. Just a little. (Okay, maybe more. lol)

I usually say whatever I want to my husband,
but that night I fell asleep before I could even complain 🤔

And so, I missed my window to vent 🤣

From then on, I secretly hoped,

“Next time, I want to see it…”

and quietly waited for the day the second one would fall out 🫣✨

2. The Tiny Second Tooth I Finally Got to See

And today, that moment finally came.
After his bath, while watching TV, my son suddenly called out,

“Mommy, look~!”

And when I turned to him, his second tooth had
popped right out 😌💕

Yay!
This time, I finally got to see it!

It was smaller, whiter, and lighter than I expected.

Looking at that tiny tooth brought back so many memories 😌✨

The first time his teeth came in.

How he used to cry when we brushed them.

How he loved eating and always had a big smile.

Since he’s my first child, I used to worry a lot—
Is he developing too slowly?

Are his teeth too big?

There was always something I worried about 😌

All those memories came rushing back in an instant,and I found myself alone in a wave of nostalgia.

3. The Feelings Hidden in “Superstition”

In Japan, there’s a tradition:

“Throw your lower teeth on the roof, and your upper teeth under the floor,
and your new teeth will grow in strong” 🤔💕

It’s an old custom, and I remember doing it myself when I was little!

These days, houses are built differently.

Many no longer have “under the floor” spaces,
and if you live in an apartment or condo, throwing a tooth onto the roof isn’t really realistic 🤔

Still, we somehow think, “Teeth are meant to be thrown,”
and maybe that’s because there’s meaning in the act itself.

In other countries, they say the Tooth Fairy comes and leaves coins in exchange for teeth!

I didn’t grow up abroad, and I don’t have foreign relatives,

but when I hear stories like this,I think,

“Parents everywhere share the same wish—for their children to grow up well” 😌💕

It’s not the coin that matters—

It’s the action itself, filled with the prayer:
“May something good happen for this child.”

That act of love is beautiful 😌✨

Of course, it’s just a superstition 😌
There’s no scientific basis.

But I really love these kinds of “superstitions” ☺️

4. Small Rites of Passage in Everyday Life

I think superstitions aren’t just old sayings—

They’re little rituals that let us pour in our feelings and prayers 😌

Throwing a baby tooth is one of those.

“May strong, healthy teeth grow in.”
“May they always enjoy their food.”
“May they grow up happy and well.”

It’s not some formal ceremony,
but a tiny rite of passage built into everyday life.

And I want to keep cherishing these small milestones of growth, one by one ☺️

Right now, my son has two little gaps where his bottom teeth used to be.

His gap-toothed, carefree smile is just too precious—

a little silly-looking, but so very cute 😊

Soon enough, those teeth will grow in, and he’ll start to look more grown-up.

Thinking that way makes me feel like this little gap is something to treasure while it lasts ☺️

Whether we throw the tooth, keep it, or tuck it under a pillow—

I don’t think there’s any one “right” way.

I’m just happy I got to feel a bit nostalgic,
and that I could see my son looking just a little proud of himself 😊✨

Thank you so much for reading to the end 😊
Let’s take it slow again tomorrow—

Be kind to yourself, and don’t overdo it 😌✨

#ToTheYouWhoWillKeepGrowing
#ChildhoodMilestones