Something kind of huge happened with our three-year-old Curly-locks last week.
For the first time in her life, she spent an entire day without her comforter, Teddy.
Curly-locks and Teddy have been BFFs ever since they were introduced a bit over three years ago. At first they only snuggled in bed together, but it wasn’t long before she wanted him to go everywhere with her. They were tight and I mean seriously tight.
Curly-locks is a sensitive and shy wee thing and Teddy gives her the security and comfort she needs to help her through any situations where she feels a little unsure.
Toward the end of last year we thought she was finally letting go, but with the start of pre-school this year, new friends and new teachers, she has run back into his worn arms.
When she announced last week that she wanted to go to pre-school without him, I felt like I had walked into some sort of parallel universe. It was completely out of left field.
The day had started just like any other with us rushing around madly trying to get to work and daycare on time.
We had dragged our daughters’ sleepy little bodies out of bed and forced breakfast down their throats before they’d even had a chance to wake up properly. We dressed them, brushed their teeth, plaited their hair – you know the drill.
Dave and I moved through these motions at warp speed without thinking, just doing.
While all of this action was going on, there was someone in this house who was thinking though. A little someone who stood quietly and patiently in the doorway waiting for me to ask the question I ask every time we leave the house.
‘Everybody got their teddy?’ I asked on cue.
‘I don’t need Teddy today, Mummy,’ said Miss Three with a very I’m such a big girl look on her face.
Dave and I stopped dead in our tracks.
This just does not happen. We never go anywhere without Teddy and certainly not to pre-school for an entire day.
At the time I wondered if I should take him and leave him at the front desk at daycare just in case, but I feared this would only jinx us. We didn’t ask Curly-locks if she was sure, or why she didn’t need him. We didn’t make a big deal out of it. I simply said, ‘Good on you, cutie,’ and off we went to pre-school.
I couldn’t stop thinking about her the entire day. Something told me though that she would be fine.
And she was.
All she needed was time. Time to adjust, to find her confidence, to feel safe, and to find her place.
I’m so glad we didn’t push the issue with Teddy. This way it has happened naturally. It has been her decision.
I’m certain there will still be days where she needs him, but for now we are more than content with this massive progress.
Does/did your child have a comforter? What age did he/she give it up?
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