Just recently I noticed that DD had stopped sucking her fingers at night (yeah, it’s taken long enough). She still wants her stuffed cat toy and finds comfort in having him held tightly, but the accompanying tooth destruction seems to have decreased to almost nothing. One night when she was very distressed about bad dreams, I suggested that she might want to rub the toy and suck her fingers, and she looked at me with a hurt expression. “I don’t suck my fingers anymore” she said. What about rubbing the toy with your hand, I asked. Hmmm. She wasn’t too sure about that.
I am grateful that DD knows Kitty doesn’t come to school or parties or church (though it took a bit of effort sometimes). I’ve seen kids in kindergarten who arrive at the gates with their loveys and have to be peeled away from them by their parents. That must be hard.