March 20, 2009
Bridget is three and three-quarters. She has been an avid thumb-sucker since about six months of age. On her last dentist visit I got the expected (but dreaded) lecture: “Her teeth are going to suffer if she doesn’t break that habit soon.” So we’ve been talking about it. She is much more mindful of doing it now, and even asks me permission to suck it during the day if she’s sad or bored. (Always makes me feel like a tyrant to think she feels like she needs my permission, but there it is…)
Last night, she decided – on her own initiative – that she wanted to try to go to sleep without sucking. And this is what she told me:
“Mommy, if I go to sleep without sucking my thumb, then when morning comes to the sky and I didn’t suck it all night long, I will be all grown up. Just like you. And I will become a guinea pig trainer.”
She didn’t make it. I checked on her twenty minutes later and she was sound asleep, tiny tell-tale slurping sounds coming from her little bed.
I really love that little girl.