I don’t think that as parent we plan to deceive our children. I think most of us view these little white lies as a way to protect our children’s innocence. We never expect our children to catch on to our fibs. Well this weekend I got caught.
My daughter has never had an issue giving up a comfort item. The pacifier, she gave up between 6 and 9 months. The bottle, gone at the age of 13 months. She does have a “best blankie”, but if it’s not available she’ll very easily use a substitute blanket in its place. Even her animals are not necessary to calm her down or needed for nap time.
At first we were very proud of this. Then I thought it would be nice for her to have a extra comfort when she was with a sitter, or staying the night at one of her Grandparents homes without us. My husband and I have made an effort to introduce these comfort items and reinforce their soothing powers. Even thought she loves these items it doesn’t mean a sleepless night if we’re without them.
There are a few particular items. A lion that she has had from the day she was born, a nice soft blanket and a Monkey that she picked out in Hawaii on her 1st birthday. Monkey has been her special love.
A few weeks ago we thought we lost Monkey. He was gone for at least couple of weeks. Luckily I found him while getting ready for our trip and Lil L developed a new appreciation for him. She carried him around like a newborn baby through the airports and cuddled with him on our red eye. And then the worst happened! With all the hustle and bustle of JFK, Monkey was missed place!
I didn’t realize it until we were on our way to Cape Cod. L asked for him over and over. I had no idea where he was! I just knew we left him in the airport and he was gone forever. The one item that our daughter has grown and real attachment too was gone! I was an awful Mommy for letting this happen!
It was the next day that the toy Gods smiled on us! While we were walking through downtown Chatham we happened upon a toy store and there sat Monkey! Sure his mouth was still a perfect smile, his fur still a milk chocolate brown and his stuffing was still fluffy, but it was Monkey none the less. This time I was even smart enough to buy 2!
We told Lil L that I washed Monkey and fixed his mouth. She was a little confused, asked a few questions, but seemed to accept our explanation.
So this morning while going through our suitcase I felt a lump in a pocket that I never use. There was Monkey in the a hidden pocket in my suitcase! I still suffer from momnesia and completely forgot I put him there for safe keeping while we were retrieving our bags at JFK!
Now remember when I told you we convinced L that her Monkey had never been lost? Let’s just say that I have officially confused my daughter. She’s not sure what to think of her old and new Monkey and doesn’t really want to play with either. I was so excited to show her I found Monkey! She took one look at him and then looked at me like I was completely crazy. “Mommy, why did you rip my Monkeys mouth again?” Oh what a tangled web we weave when first we practice to deceive.