July 5th was marked a huge milestone at the Lee house. After six months of build-up, our almost three year old Owlie boy said goodbye to his pacifiers.
I stole a genius idea from my brother and his wife and started telling Owlie months ago about babies out there who didn’t have “pacis”. We would talk about the babies, whether or not they were sad, if they might possibly be crying, and how having a pacifier would help them to be happy. These conversations usually happened at night while I was snuggling Owlie in bed and he was contentedly sucking on a paci.
After two months of talking about the babies, I made the suggestion that maybe Owlie could send some of his pacis to the babies. He didn’t love the idea, but consented as long as he could keep some.
A few more months went by and I proposed that since Owlie was getting so big and there were so many little babies without pacis, maybe he could send all of his pacis to babies who didn’t have any. He agreed. But then changed his mind. Then he agreed again. And about two weeks ago he decided with finality that it was a really horrible idea.
And yet, we went through with it.
The perfect mode of transportation for pacis to get to babies, as everyone knows, is by helium balloon. I let him go with me to the party store and pick out the balloons he wanted. We brought them home and tied the pacis on and had a little farewell photo shoot.
The whole family was there to mark the occasion, my big boys in baseball uniforms ready to head to the game, the rest of us cheering the little guy on. When he was ready, Owlie marched himself and his balloons down our little stretch of yard.
Then he paused for the camera and said a few choice words. “I sending my pacis to the babies now.”
And then he let go and up, up, up they went. As he watched them rise up into the sky, he yelled out, “Thank You Pacis!” And the rest of us giggled quietly and gave him plentiful hugs and kisses.
Before we knew it they were just a speck in the sky and my baby had taken one more step towards being big.