As I rocked Tobin on Sunday night, he was in tears and so was I. I didn't know that he would chew the tip off of one of his beloved wubbies (pacifiers) during the night on Saturday. I had no warning that I would not be able to snuggle up my baby anymore, that he would catapult into toddler-hood in one night. He was sobbing in shock with the disappearance of his wubs, and tears fell down my face in the shock of the disappearance of my baby. Not only has my baby disappeared but also my ability to make everything better. For Tobin, the combination of mom and a wubby, healed all. One of the very hardest things as a mom is to see your child broken in sorrow and not have the ability to fix it.
I am Jackie.