The thumb

When Diva was born, she refused every single pacifier I put into her mouth.  She’d spit them out as if they were poison.  So I gave up.  Then at four months old she found her thumb. 

Now I can scarcely believe that it’s been almost five years since that day and the thumb is still very much a part of her life.  She saves it only for movie time and bed time, and only if she has her beloved, tattered blanket.  No blanket, no thumb. 

Part of the reason why I have such a hard time taking away Munchkin’s binkies is because I cannot take away Diva’s thumb.  How fair is that?  Both bring comfort, both bring sleep. Yeah, there’s that whole it will ruin their teeth kind of thing but guess what?  Hubby had his pacifiers until he was four years old (heck, he even brought them to preschool and stored them in his cubby!) and his straight teeth never saw a single brace.  jealous.

So I let them have their thumbs and their binkies and their precious little blankets because childhood is fleeting. 

Safety and comfort are feelings that should not be disturbed.