Pacifier Rehab 36 Days and Counting June 2, 2009
Posted by Emily in : Parenthood, Princess Hannah , 3commentsIf there’s one thing parenthood has taught me, it’s that parents have a “pass” to tell little white lies to their kids. These little lies are so little, that they’re not even considered lies. Really.
I mean, I don’t consider them lies.
I call it rationalizing with a two-year-old. (The sun went to bed! The sun is rubbing his eyes! Going to sleep will make your tummy feel better! If you don’t drink your juice you will just stay little forever!)
And so, 36 days ago, the mother of all little-white-lies was told by me.
36 days ago, Hannah’s binkie was strategically placed up on a shelf LOST.
She has mourned the loss of her beloved binkie EVERY STINKING DAY. Several times a day.
I had no idea such strong emotions could run through such a small body.
The past month has been much like I image rehab would be for an addict: experiencing detox, withdraw, and irritability.
Boy am I glad the mourning period is over.
