Little Sir has been a Binky (he calls it his Mimi) baby from day ONE! One of his first words was Mimi (we didn't know what it meant for several frustrating days.) He has been known to proclaim his very sincere love for his Mimi. Once I asked him who he loved more Mama or Mimi. He actually had to stop and consider it for a moment. He did say Mama with a little pang in his voice. Then I said, "But you love your Mimi too, don't you?" He then smiled and happily told me "Yes!"
We have tried getting rid of the Mimi before, but I just didn't have it in me to follow through. Once he cried for 4 hours straight. Once he was just so sad he couldn't sleep and told me his heart hurt a little bit. How is a Mama supposed to stand up to that?
Well, with his third birthday approaching, and his continual (and disgusting) habit of rubbing his Mimi on various things, including me, him, the pillow, blankets, furniture, dogs, floors, ect. I have finally decided that this is the week.
Last week we talked about it every day. We talked about how he would like to send away his Mimies and we came up with a 5 day plan. Today was PHASE ONE!
The Special Balloon Send-off
Little Sir got to go to the store and pick out 5 balloons (it actually takes 4 to carry a binky away.) He got to keep one of them and the other four were to send the mimi that he chose to nap with today off to the new baby who needed it.
I helped him write a note to the new baby,
and he drew a picture for the baby.
Then we attached the Mimi and the note to the balloons and took the to a park near our house. He "held Mimi in his mouth" one last time.
He was concerned, but still willing to smile for a picture.
He took some time to contemplate what was about to happen.
Then he let go.
He watched the balloons float away for a bit (doesn't this face just make you want to die? I nearly did.)
When I asked him how he felt he didn't answer, he just looked at me like this. (And then a little part of me actually did die. Hurry, someone please tell me I'm not a horrible person and heartless mother.)
Then we quietly watched the ducks together for a while and before long. . .
my sweet silly boy was back to his wonderful self.
Wish us luck this week. Phase two starts tomorrow.