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farewell to the binkie take two

Okay, I know Bodhi is three now and it is time to let go of the binkie (aka mana) even if he uses it just for sleeping, but that doesn't make it any easier. We decided that the best thing to do was to deliver the two remaining mana's to the fairies. We found a special box and Bodhi placed his comforting old friends inside along with a few special notes to the fairies. We went for a hike in the red rock area. Bodhi found a special spot tucked away in a crevice and protected from the wind. He placed his special box there and we said a few blessings. We enjoyed a light picnic and climbed around for a while.
When we left Bodhi said good bye again with a spontaneous Namaste.
He slept 3 hours last night, crying in my arms.
Sometimes the process of growing can be painful.

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Wind said…
Oh honey, wishing you could hold the collective consciousness in your arms while it cries. What a mother you are. My heart is in a prayer mudra as I bow to you.
china cat said…
oh the little one! i wasn't able to stop sucking my thumb until i was maybe 8 or 9. and the only reason i stopped was because at a sleepover my friend woke up to the sound of me thumb sucking. she interrogated me and i quickly denied ever doing such a silly thing! the next day i stopped completely after years of persuasion from my mother. you are brave together!

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