Back before bloggers and writers had websites in their personal names, blogs titles were cute, descriptive, fun. When I decided to start my blog, my son Jack was 3 months old. A definite “Mom-Blogger,” I figured my title should fit that theme. And what did I love most about my son? His toothless grin.
The child had colic and would spend the better part of every evening screaming his head off while I tried in vain to sooth him. But every morning I would walk into his room to see him grinning at me and it was as if the night before never happened. I was in love.
“The Toothless Grin” encompasses much of what I want to say. Being toothless has its drawbacks. You can’t eat a steak when you’re toothless. Or corn on the cob. Or even apple slices. But that doesn’t mean the time is not sweet. It simply means you have limitations. Becoming a mama brings us boundary lines and trials. Toothless grins bring us delight within the struggles.
As I write this, my son is losing his first tooth. It has begun to wiggle and sway and we anxiously await what the tooth fairy will put under his pillow when it finally falls out. My babies are growing up, but the Toothless Grin will continue to be a place of joy in the midst of the turbulent escapades of motherhood.