Isn’t is ridiculous that a sixteen year old girl has a dummy? What type of rubbish mother allows her teenage daughter to suck away, ten to the dozen, on a ‘da’? The answer, me. Believe me, I’ve tried for years many different ways to rid Daisy of this ugly facial adornment.
The vinegar trick was the first attempt as it had worked with Harvey (on his third birthday, what a treat!) He loved his dummies, hid them all over the house, so the vinegar trick had to be executed as he was now a ‘big boy’. So, here’s what you do:
1.Overnight you soak all visible dummies in a bowl of malt vinegar.
2.Remove delicious vinegar flavoured dummies from vinegar and place around the house
3. Wake your angel from their sleep
4. Explain to them that a fairy has visited in the night and as they are now three years old the time has come to be a big boy (or girl). A spell has been placed on the dummies and they will no longer like to suck them
5. Your child will laugh in your face and upon finding their first dummy ram it in their chops………then spit it out.
6. After hesitantly testing a few more they realise a spell has been placed and voila, success!
Worked for Harvey a treat. Didn’t work for Daisy. She loved the new flavoured dummies, couldn’t get enough of them, even placing two or three at a time in her mouth. Obviously, the spell story didn’t work either as I could’ve been talking Russian, she didn’t understand a word.
Over the years Daisy has gone through phases of needing or not needing her dummy. Always sucked in the night but often daytimes we could get away with hiding them and she would forget she needed one. School used to remove it as soon as she arrived and she would not be given it until home-time however during the last couple of years she has become more reliant again (School even allow it during the day as she is more comfortable with it in class). It’s her comfort. It calms her. It distracts her from other idiosyncrasies……yanking her hair out, strange involuntary mouth movements, chewing her toes (yes, she can!) You see, when Daisy gets upset or frustrated she punches herself in the nose, hard. Faced with a child wanting a dummy or breaking their own nose there’s an easy choice. Her dummy sucking doesn’t bother me. It makes for an easier life. This is not the way it should be but it’s the way it is. She’s sixteen. Of course she shouldn’t need a dummy but she likes it. It’s her vice just like wine is mine so for that reason alone I’m not going to remove that one bit of pleasure for her anytime soon.