Growing pains are a part of growing up, but we have to trust that what is coming is better than what we have. Yesterday, my sweet little girl had her third very wiggly tooth. It was so wiggly that it moved when she talked and poked between her lips when she kissed me. Beyond wiggly. But when Daddy grabbed his forceps to help it along, our joyful little girl turned into a puddle of tears. This is loose tooth number three. She “knows” it only hurts for a second. She feels so much better when it is out, but couldn’t get over her fear of the pain. Holy smokes. The…