We have tried very hard since my son was born to get him to attach to a transitional object. We hoped it would be Babo’s Bird, an Ugly Doll. We bought five knowing that we were so smart to have extra’s on hand for the eventuality of one being lost. We would have 4 more! So smart!
Well, M has never had any interest in Babo’s Bird. Now, we have four sitting on the shelf and one at the bottom of the stuffed animal bag. We tried a tiny stuffed cat, an enormous sock monkey, a squishy pillow. Nothing. Then, last year, he decided he loved Gerald the giraffe. Gerald became his nighttime buddy. He would snuggle with that long neck tucked under his little arm and they would sleep face-to-face. All of a sudden a few weeks ago, Gerald got kicked to the curb. M didn’t want Gerald anywhere near him. He was flying solo at bedtime. “M doesn’t want any friends in his bed,” he would proclaim.
Ok. No problem. Then, he started sleeping with his metal kazoo at nap time. I thought that it was kind of cute, albeit a little odd. But TONIGHT takes the cake. Tonight, he fell asleep holding his travel toothbrush cover (see photo above). Not sure how this came about, but there it was tucked firmly in his hand until he fell asleep and it fell to the floor.
The whole point of this post, you might be right to assume, is to point out that children are strange little creatures with funny habits and odd proclivities. I think that is why we love them. They experience a freedom to be who they are that most of us can’t quite remember. If we could only figure out a way to help them hold onto that…