If y'all know my darling girl, Evie, at all the first thing you know is what a true paci addict she is. She has loved them dearly since she was a wee little thing. She has consistently slept with close to ten pacis in bed with her since she was about three months old. When she was about a year old we started cutting back. First, it was no pacis in the car. Then it was no pacis around the house. Next, we eliminated pacis for nap time at school (or rather we were informed that they were taking them away -- still a big point of contention with me). Since then she's held on to her pacis for nap time at home and bedtime.
I'd like to tell you that we made giving them up Evie's decision because we believed that she would do it when she was ready. I'd like to say this was all a part of some sort of free range parenting philosophy (Oh, hahahahahaha) and we were giving her the power to make her own decisions. That sounds so much better and much more with it than the truth. The truth is: we were lazy.
The plan was to have them gone by age three. Then we were selling our home and moving in with my parents. Then we were moving in with Chris' parents. Then we were moving into our new home, and she was adjusting to her brand new room. Then we were bringing a new baby home, and, boy oh boy, what an adjustment that was. It was just so much change, and I couldn't bring myself to take away that source of comfort.
Since then we've talked about the Paci Fairy, or cutting them down until there is nothing left.
Still though, we've been lazy, and the paci addiction has lived on.
Until this past Thursday morning when I was upstairs changing Emma's diaper and getting her dressed for school. I heard a little voice shout from the kitchen, "Oh no, Momma! We forgot to get my pacis to give to Ms. Chelsea!" Wait. What? Apparently Evie's 3K teacher and her entire class had a discussion on Wednesday about Evie being such a big girl and not needing her pacis anymore. Ms. Chelsea told Evie that if Evie would bring her pacis to Ms. Chelsea that the class would have a special "Evie's a Big Girl!" party with cake. The second thing you should know about Evie is that she will do almost anything for cake. She loves cake.
I gently asked Evie if maybe we should wait until Monday to take all of the pacis to Ms. Chelsea. She was adamant though. "No, momma! I want to take them today! I'm not a baby anymore. I don't need them. I won't fuss tonight at bed. I promise." So, while there was a part of me that wanted to wait because, oh holy crap my baby is growing up, Chris and I decided that we should just go with it. So we did.
Evie walked into her classroom and handed Ms. Chelsea a little bag with all of her pacis in it. She was a little hesitant but I could tell she was proud of herself.
Her class celebrated with, of course, cake on Friday.
And since then Evie has been 100% fine without her pacis. We've found a few lurkers, and every time she just holds them out to Chris or me and says that she needs to take them to Ms. Chelsea. I am in awe of what a big girl she is becoming. She makes me so proud. Hopefully in the next few weeks we will be able to pawn Emma Lou off on one set of grandparents and take Evie out for a special celebration!
Do you know any paci addicts? Are/were your kids paci addicts? How did you handle taking their pacis away?