Loose Tooth

My son Ty lost his first tooth a couple days ago. Most mom's would be excited at this achieved milestone. I for one was terrified. With SPD I never know how Ty will react to a new situation. Would he be obsessed with getting the tooth out? Would it feel funny and this would bother him? Would he cry or scream because he didn't understand what was going on? These are all possibilities that could happen. I'm happy to say that none of the above happened. I was quite relieved and took that quick moment to say a pray and thank GOD that Ty had a "normal" reaction to something that is inevitable. Some people may think this is strange, but if you ask a mom who has a child with special needs they will get it. It's rare when those moments happen and can take us quite by surprise. It's a good and bad thing because your happy that he didn't freak out but then you say to yourself, he's getting better. But it's not really a matter of whether he is getting better or not because SPD never goes away and I have to tell myself that daily almost hourly. Ty was so excited that his tooth fell out, he was also excited to put it under his pillow for the tooth fairy to come. But then again nothing is easy when it comes to my son. He lost his tooth in the car(actually my husband lost it)Mark and Madison scoured the car until they found that itty bitty tooth. We brought it home and Ty is excited to share the news with his older brother he goes into his room and throws it up into the air proclaiming "I lost a tooth" the tooth comes down, we can't find it. Ty does not let this discourage him and he goes on his merry way forgetting about the tooth. I, later that evening realize I need to find the tooth because he wants the tooth fairy to come. I get on my hands and knees scouring the carpet for the tooth. I found it! In my 16 year old's bedroom no doubt! I come out and set it on the table telling my husband I found the tooth! He is excited as I. Fast forward to bed time, Ty says "I don't have my tooth" I tell him no worries will take care of it, to my surprise he did not pitch a fit and went to bed. When it was time for me to go to bed, I go to get the tooth so I can put it away and place the "tooth fairy's money under the pillow" I look on the table, it's gone. Let's count this it is like the third time I have to find an itty bitty tooth. I ask Mark where did the tooth go? I put it right here on the table next to you. He had thrown some papers away, I almost lost it! I am not digging in the trash for that tooth! "YOU ARE"! Luckily neither of us had to do that because as I was looking on the floor next to the table there it was! It's now dubbed the lucky tooth! What is it about being a mom that makes you do whatever it takes to get the job done? It's a tooth for crying out loud! The next morning Ty wakes up comes into my room yelling, "the tooth fairy came" he excitedly shows me his dollar(from the tooth fairy) and then drops it on the floor and runs out the door! Dollar and tooth forgotten in a mere 30 seconds.