Some of you may have read this post, in which I described Emma’s addiction to her pacifier aka the “Nonnie”. You can read the post if you want, but I have to warn you: It’s looong. It was written early in my blogging days, and well before I paid attention to things like “word count”.
Well, about a month ago we gave the good ol’ Nonnie the boot. I have been waiting to write about it because I was scared I would cave and give it back to Emma. I didn’t want to have to eat crow, you know? If it’s one thing motherhood has taught me, it’s that you don’t brag about anything. I’m scared to even mention if one of my kids goes #2 every day because you know that as soon as I mention it, I’ll have another poop strike on my hands. But I digress.
I have to say that taking away the Nonnie went surprisingly well. I actually found it fascinating. I thought Emma would totally freak out and turn into a monster, but she didn’t. She just got really sad. You know how when you are going through a break up and everything seems to remind you of your ex? It was just like that.
She acted exactly like she was mourning the loss of a lover. She was seemingly okay until something would trigger a memory of the Nonnie, and then she would would fall apart. After a short, yet cleansing cry, she would pick the pieces up and move on. It kind of reminded me of my breakup with Jason Rogers in the sixth grade, but with way fewer prank phone calls and torn up yearbooks.
I couldn’t be happier with the way it all worked out and I am so proud of the way she handled it. To be honest with you, if I had to go back in time, I would do things exactly the same way. Yes- Emma was just past her 3rd birthday when the Nonnie made its final exit, and some people think I waited too long. But you know what? In the grand scheme of life, three years is nothing. It’s a blip on the radar. Now that the Nonnie is finally out of our lives, it’s almost like it was never even here. Almost.
Even though I never want to see another Nonnie anywhere near Emma’s mouth ever again, I do want to pay my respects to the Nonnie. It was, after all, a major lifesaver in the early days of Emma’s life.
In honor of the Nonnie, I have created a photo montage documenting the time that Emma and her Nonnie spent together. It’s roughly 3.5 minutes long and includes sound (for those of you at work right now- mute your computers). I hope you enjoy.