She’s screaming and on the verge of tears. I knew it was somewhere in the house, but I just didn’t know where. It was already 30 minutes past bedtime and all I wanted was for the kids to be in bed for the night. It wasn’t going to happen, though, until I found this darn stuffed animal. If I put her in bed without it, there would be hell to pay for the rest of the night. So alas, I succumb to searching high and low for her beloved Lamby.
It’s not until 30 minutes, four people searching, and many tears later that we finally find it hidden underneath the couch. All is right in Avery’s world again, and she can soon fall fast asleep into dreamland.
This Lamby of hers is a lovey that she’s had since she was a baby. We used it to comfort her in her crib when she was a year old. At first our rule was that she could only keep it with her in her crib, but slowly as time would go by (and we just didn’t want to fight the battle any longer) we let her take it out. She would use it to play with and then she started asking if she could bring it with her to different places. Slowly we started to say yes to all of these things completely unaware of how attached she was really getting to this stuffed animal.
For the past couple of months, Avery’s love for Lamby has turned into an obsession. She has to know where it is at all times. And if she doesn’t then there is a major problem (and tantrum) and we have to release a search party to look for it. Lamby sleeps with her every night and if she wakes up and cannot find it, she rushes into our room in hysterics. Lamby is slowly becoming a part of her. When you see Avery, you see Lamby right there with her.
I know she’s still so young and that this is just a phase of her life. She’s not heading off to college with it attached to her hip. But I can’t help but think that I somehow did something wrong to let her become this attached to a stuffed animal. My oldest daughter had a bunny that she slept with and it still remains in her bed with her each night, but she’s just not attached to it in the same way that Avery is hers.
There’s a part of me that wants to find out what triggers this need for this item and then the other side of me says that it’s something that is totally natural for a little girl her age.
But I can’t help but think … at what point do I say that enough is enough?
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