Well, we finally bit the bullet. The day has come when our family (one member in particular) has had to say goodbye to a dearly loved friend.
This past week, we finally took away Ellie’s soother. After a fantastic 3.25 year run, these two have been the best of buddies, but it was time to move along. Well, at least, we as her parents thought so. She has had a different opinion on that.
(and if you’ve been reading this blog for any length of time, you’ll know that as soon as Ellie could talk she started calling her soother a bouche. We NEVER called it that – we always called it a soother, but she somehow took to calling it a bouche. And yes, we know that bouche is french for “mouth.” And yes, that DOES mean our daughter is likely a genius)
Some of you may be thinking “I can’t believe you let your 3 year old STILL have a soother”, while others of you may be thinking “ummm, is it bad that my 4 year old still has theirs??”, (the answer to that is no. Well, maybe it’s yes – but who am I to judge?)
And while we have been pretty adamant for past year that her soother has to stay in her bed, and only be used for sleeping times, we still felt like we were reaching the point where even that needed to end. So, reluctantly (more on my part – Ben is a bit more level headed about these things), we took it away.
And oh you guys – it’s been a SAD week around here. Not a terrible week, but sort of sad, nonetheless. I think it would have been easier if she had cried and argued and raised a stink. But our little girl is SO DANG obedient, and SO DANG articulate, that she has gone along with it, which makes me feel even worse.
For example – on night one – I hear her calling from her room and she says to me “mommy – there’s still another bouche in my bed – you’d better come get it”. WHO DOES THAT? What three year old is that stinking honest?
And then, later that night, after a potty break, she says “Mom, I’m just having trouble sleeping. It’s really hard to fall asleep without my bouche”. Oh honey, I KNOW.
And the past few days, she has bravely crawled into her bed, and will say to me “I don’t really want to go to bed. It’s just so tricky without bouche” And then I’ll hear her silently whimper and cry to herself. (annnnnd, cue heart break)
And so yesterday, together, her and I made this chart.
(I know, I’m an AWESOME artist). And for every sleep time (nap/quiet time, and bed time) that she goes without her bouche, she can put a sticker in one of the squares. And when we get to the end, she gets a new toy. And while we’re not so much into the bribery around here, we ARE into setting goals, inviting Ellie into the process, and working towards something we can celebrate. (Those circles are Ellie’s latest way of “writing”)
So, only 6 more days to go. **SCHMOOPIE MOM AHEAD WARNING**
And while I KNOW this break was inevitable, I also knew it would be hard for me to watch this next step of growing up happen. She has had that thing since she was born, and it was one more way that I got to keep her in her toddlerhood a little longer, because goodness gracious there are NO ounces of it left. And since bouche is gone, she has left Ducky by the wayside, because as she puts it “I just need to have bouche WITH Ducky”. Don’t even get me STARTED on how sad I’ll be if Ducky becomes expired. (again, if you’ve been around these parts long enough, you’ll know what a friend Ducky has been to Ellie, these short years of her life).
So, yes, this has been a week of adjustment. Mostly for Ellie, but if I’m being honest, me too, a little bit. I know growing up is inevitable, and such a gift, but tonight I’m wishing for time to take just a little bit longer.