Wanted: Lost Tooth

McKaylah lost her first top tooth yesterday.  I know it's like a Rite of Passage for her, but I feel oddly saddened by her third lost tooth.  I suppose it's because it means she's growing up.  Although I'm thrilled to witness every stage of my children's lives, I also feel somewhere, not even so deep down, almost cheerless, heartbreakingly down about it.  I know it seems somewhat selfish or absurd to some, but that mother-child connection I feel with them, seems broken, or broken off a bit, by those lost teeth. I hug her and act happy for her, for her dollars given magically by the Tooth Fairy, or the next step into being a full fledged member of the Big Kids Club she sees in keeping score in the world of lost teeth.  I am happy for her, but also a wee bit sad for me.