When I decided it was time to wean Miss Princess back in January (read here), a part of my brain managed to actually function and realise that she might need something else to replace her bedtime comfort.
Her previous bedtime comfort being a feed to sleep.
So I conjured up all of my parenting wisdom and randomly gave her some of her favourite dolls, teddy bears and blankies each night as we got ready for bed time.
And she wasn’t picky, each night she would choose a different toy to cuddle and each night she’d eventually find the land of nod…with me in bed with her of course *sigh*.
I have to admit I was pretty happy with myself.
I thought “this is great, I’m clearly such an awesome mummy that I’ve produced a well-adjusted toddler that doesn’t need one special toy to go to bed with. She’s happy just having a little snuggle (yes I see the irony here) and off to the land of nod she goes. Well done me!”
I thought maybe I could write a book about how to provide such awesome mumminess (yes, I’m sure it’s a word…in some part of the world), that your little toddler could simply transition from breastfeeding to sleep one day, to snuggling to sleep the next.
Then it happened.
I can’t really pinpoint exactly when it happened, or exactly how it happened but it definitely happened.
Miss Princess became well and truly attached…to me.
Not to my cuddles and kisses or my awesome night-time singing but actually to a part of my body…my mole.
YES, my MOLE!
I have several moles so maybe I should be more specific. She became attached to a little raised mole on my breast (too much information? Apologies).
She is now so attached to this mole that she has named it “Moley”, kisses it before going to sleep every single night and must have her hand on Moley before she can possibly enter the land of nod.
Don’t ask what I’m going to do if that mole ever has to be removed, let’s hope she outgrows it before then.
Have any of your children had weird attachments like Moley?