When Ayub came home from Ethiopia, he was missing three teeth on the bottom. He can only tell us what happened to one of them. He says that he fell down, got hurt, and his birth father pulled out his tooth and threw it on the roof (an Ethiopian custom). Well, yesterday, he lost his first tooth in America, leaving a HUGE gap.
Of course, our customs here are a little different, so instead of throwing it on the roof, the tooth fairy came to visit. She left two dollars. He was very excited and proud of his money and wanted to look at it and hold it. I pointed to the picture of George Washington and asked if he knew who that was. His response? “Yea, that my first dad in Afar.” That kid cracks me up.
This leads me to my next question, though. We have been struggling for some time about what to say about Santa. First, let me preface this by saying that Santa is one of my favorite things about being a parent. I LOVE Santa. That being said, I don’t want to permanently scar my kids, so we’ve been debating what we’ll tell Ayub about Santa and why he never visited Afar. He’s seen the jolly, red-suited man in stores and books, and we’ve mentioned that Santa brings presents. No matter what, we will obviously not dwell on the “Santa brings presents to GOOD little girls and boys” since I don’t want him to think that he was bad, or that all his friends were bad, or that Ethiopia was bad. I’m thinking there is some way to work in the fact that Christmas is celebrated on a different day in Ethiopia, but haven’t quite nailed that one down yet. I would love some advice from those of you who have adopted older kids about what you told them.