The Pacifier Fairy received her letter today and even made a call to a giddy E, who was ecstatic to talk to the fairy (aka G's Wife), and E was equally as excited to interview the Fairy as to her whereabouts (Pacifier Fairyland, of course), and what her name was (Pacifier Fairy of course) - no what's her NAME? (Uh... Priscilla! Ya!) So, we've let PF know to pick-up the goods outside E's door and to leave something fabulous in return, and she obliged (and thus, the husband's job to assemble the princess fairy bike we purchased).
Then... it began... what will, I'm sure, turn out to be another 'longest week of my life.' The craziness of E's behavior that ensued this afternoon is unmentionable... she's gearing up every bit of disobedience and irreverant behavior she can muster and she's getting ready... getting ready to ruin my next 5 days and nights and make our lives a living hell. Just in time for Christmas. Yes, many believe I'm crazy for this timing, but I think it will be a good distraction - the presents, the company, the excitement, the sugary sugar she'll be inhaling -- yes, I could very well be insane. After several tantrums this afternoon, I made the connection between the PF's impending arrival and the fits. I said, "E - does this have anything to do with you being afraid to give up the Passy?" (Tears beginning to roll and head nodding affirmatively...) "I'm too YOUNG!" she says emphatically. Ugh - the mommy heart starts breaking for my sweet littleone who is in such grief, such agony. "I know my babyheart." "I know..."
Tonight after dinner as we're preparing for bed (right after we dosed her up with Benadryl... hey - we're not stupid... we've learned from the first time... see previous blog entry dubbed "Pacifier Fairy Come Hither"), she's telling Daddy (teary-eyed and lip-quivering, but trying to be brave) "Daddy, I don't want the Pacifier Fairy to come at all." He proceeds to give her the best 'daddy' talk I've ever heard. In fact, I've been weeping for about 20 minutes now, just listening to it all. To 'gist' it for you ... he's related a struggle of his to give something up, to hers... and it's precious. I mean remember-forever, tug-at-your-heart precious stuff and I love my husband for it and thank God for working in him and in us to be the parents we try to be.
More tomorrow...
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((Hugs)) To everyone.
"Im too young" I would have lost it - I am a wimp.
I think you have great timing... so many distractions going on. I hope the next couple of days go smoothly. :)
Our daughter lost her very last pacifier in the mountain of Christmas wrap on Christmas morning 2005. She had about 427 of them and started losing them left, right, hither and yon. And I...stopped replacing them. It was down to the one and I knew it was risky. We dreaded bedtime that night but she was a trooper!
I wish you the very best of luck!
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