I imagine that when my child quits the pacifier, I would be one of those moms who will use the “you’re a big boy now, can’t use the pacifier anymore” line.
I imagine that my child will feel guilty, for longing for the familiar feel of the pacifier in his mouth. For thinking of the warmth that the teat gains in his mouth as you suck on it. For having the pacifier hanging from his shirt front, always ready for a good suck.
Because he is all grown up now and shouldn’t want anything that is infantile.
I imagine this is what it feels like to have out grown play-time but still longing for the toy.
I imagine that my child will feel guilty, for longing for the familiar feel of the pacifier in his mouth. For thinking of the warmth that the teat gains in his mouth as you suck on it. For having the pacifier hanging from his shirt front, always ready for a good suck.
Because he is all grown up now and shouldn’t want anything that is infantile.
I imagine this is what it feels like to have out grown play-time but still longing for the toy.
cLoUd DriFteD bY @ Monday, April 11, 2005 |
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