There’s Always A Story…

I love this picture because it shows a few things Reese loves. For a while, he was obsessed with sports jerseys. He would change through ten in a day… He’d run back to his dresser & pull out a new one all the time. It was fun to find second hand jerseys that didn’t cost much & bring them home to see his face light up at another choice! Then one day, it just stopped. It’s sad…I don’t remember the last time he asked for a jersey… Of course, his paci…his Love from day one on Earth! Mommy was ready to rip it away at such a young age… “He’s too old for a paci” Daddy, with his great wisdom, argued a better point. “What is it hurting? He speaks fine, his teeth are fine. He’ll get rid of it when he’s ready” I talked to the pediatrician. I talked to the dentist. I wanted them to support my side so I could go home & tell Hubby “See! We must take them away!” But, no. The doctors & dentist all said it was OK. That perhaps he *was* too old… but the pacis weren’t hurting anything. So there we had it. I gave up the paci argument. And sure enough, Reese decided that one day he was too old for a paci and that the Babies needed his pacis. So we rounded them all up, he put them in a box and kissed them away. He went back for one last goodbye kiss… opened the box lid & pulled out one last paci… brought it to his lips, whispered “goodbye”, gave it a smooch and put it in the box forever. The Paci Fairy came and brought something exciting & new, but that box of pacis still sits on the top shelf in the laundry room. Will I keep them until he’s grown? How can I possibly throw out something that offered such comfort & was so important? Reese never had a blankie, dolly, lovie.. The pacis were his Lovie. Vintage baby blankets & worn teddy bears are cute. Old pacis…not so much. I look at the box every now & then…but I can’t bear to do anything with it. Heather does her best not to make too many sappy blog posts over at Reese’s View Of The World…