day 65: reagan, reagan, reagan

sweet Reagan story of the day #1:

At our school awards program today, I did something I really don't like to do....well, actually two somethings. One would be to get up and talk in front of such a large group of people. Hate it when all the attention is on me. Second would be to cry in front of people. I thought I was fine and had everything under control. You see, I had to speak about my precious student Hunter, who died in January, as her mom came up on the stage for me to present her with a scrapbook I made for her, filled with all the notes the students left on Hunter's locker after she died. She cried, I cried. When I was back in my seat, the students in my homeroom were trying to console me....which only made me cry more. After the program was over and I was back in my classroom, Reagan gave me a hug and said, "Mommy, I'm sorry you had to cry. But it's okay to still be sad!"

funny Reagan story of the day #2:

Tonight at supper, Reagan let out a big sigh. "Mom, I sure miss the good ol' days."

Really? She was completely serious. "What do you mean?"

"You know, the good ol' days. When Lilly [her best friend] and I used to be together every day and play and talk all the time. Those sure were the good ol' days."

Spoken like a 60-year old.

funny Reagan story of the day #3:

A few moments after story #2, Reagan asked, "Mom, is the Tooth Fairy a fake, just like Santa and the Easter Bunny?"

Lovely. I wondered when she'd make this third connection after she de-mythed two of the biggest childhood lies that exist. Of course, this was spurred on by the tooth she lost today during the above mentioned awards program. (Two nights ago, at 10:00, she tried to convince me that her tooth needed to come out right then and there. It was loose, alright, but not ready. Sent back to bed. Except she repeated her appearance about every 15 minutes or so. Still not loose enough. At 11:00, she asked for an apple. Ate it all, but to no avail. I flipped her light switch off and told her that she'd missed the fairy's cut off for the night and that she'd need to try again later. It worked.)

Of these three fictitious characters, I needed to keep this one slightly in tact. For McKinley's sake. For the one kid of mine who is still yet to wiggle a tooth of her own.

I deferred the question and talked to Reagan about it later, on our own. She wasn't surprised, but she did want to know where the fairy dust came from. :) My stash of glitter in the craft cabinet.

A few minutes ago, Reagan came up and whispered, "So, Mom, what's the 'fairy' [complete with air quote marks] going to bring me tonight?"