Pacifier is M.I.A. • 01.30.09
We knew this day would come. I certainly wasn’t hoping for it, or that it would come at all, but we knew that it would come. Somewhere in Princess Hell there is a small white pacifier, scratched and dirty, with angry imprints of very small, but sharp, well practiced teeth, and it is lonely. Sometime between getting home from school and going to bed, Violet has “misplaced” her plug.
More so than Piper who stopped using her pacifier at about fifteen months and barely noticed when it was gone, Violet is addicted to hers. She has lovingly named it “Mine” and ferociously protects it from harm, or from abduction via Piper who thinks it is a great game to take “Mine” and get Violet to chase her.
It has been fun though to watch the difference between how the two of them needed their pacifiers. Piper was more attached to her small brown bear, Nana, than she was the plug. Certainly she used it but when the time came to take it away we were prepared for the worst, in particular at bed time, but were surprised that she fussed minimally for it. A few minutes of cuddling and some time with Nana lulled her back to sleep. I am expecting an epic struggle with Violet. I was able to get her to sleep tonight without it which is a promising start. However, I can already here the echos of her walking from room to room in the morning…Mine!! Mine!! Mine!!…followed by toe curling screams when she cannot find it and all daddy has to offer are hugs.
I actually thought about going to get a replacement but decided to make the stand and banish it completely. No I just have to find it and dispose of it properly before she does and the cycle starts again.
















































