Today my son lost his last "bink" ( his pacifier) and instead of tearing the house apart looking for it, I have decided to let it stay lost.
Now comes a week to ten days of constant crying at naptime and bedtime and at other various times during the day.....I am SOOOO looking forward to this. He's laying in bed right now, exhausted and fussy, but refusing to go to sleep. He knows it's gone and he wants me to find it and I feel like a giant heel because I haven't done it yet.
Parental guilt, you know I love it.
Why is it that this tiny little child can look at me with tears in his eyes and I want to move the earth to make it better? Where does that come from? I have never understood how some people can just watch their children cry in pain, or fear, or uncertainty. I just have to pick mine up, snuggle them and try to reassure them that life will continue and that they will be okay. And when I can't..it kills me inside.
Well, wish me luck with the removal of the final bink.....hopefully he'll get used to it before I cave and go buy him a new one.