Trine Tsouderos was only three paragraphs into her pacifier essay in this weekend's Chicago Tribune before she started apologizing. Her daughter was about to turn three and still clinging to the bulbous soother, and Tsouderos was embarrassed.
Oh, honey, I've been there. Not three, thankfully (there, but for the grace of you-know-who, go I). My daughter hadn't even hit the year mark, and we were getting the stares and the comments, the creepy old bats who'd reach in and yank the little binky out of her mouth.
What is it with the pacifier that gets so many people up in arms?
When we finally realized that my daughter would use anything she could get her lips around (a finger, my nipple . . . ) to soothe her, we finally quelled what we had thought was a serious case of colic with a pacifier. We wanted to pull the plug by six months, but when she went full bore into teething and turned up her little nose at cold washcloths, frozen bagels and rings in favor of the binky, we let her chew to her heart's content. We were closing in on the year mark when the pacifier went bye bye - even at bedtime - and despite a few hiccups, the whole house moved on.
Tsouderos had a trickier time of it - waiting until her daughter was almost three meant explaining them away with a "fairy" who had to come to take the pacifiers off to other little girls and boys. A friend claimed a mouse (they were renting an old farmhouse at the time) had snuck in during the night and carted them away.
The thing is, my daughter, Tsouderos' daughter, my friend's son, they all gave up eventually - with a little parental intervention. They will not be heading to college with them, and the ending was early enough that there is no demonstrable harm to their teeth - and with that all that soothing, absolutely non to their psyches.
So why do pacifier using parents feel so guilty that they haven't pulled the plug?
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