Oliver, who is eight years old, was gazing deeply into our dog Valentine's eyes this morning. Oliver was sucking his thumb, a habit that I believe for him is part defiance, part deeply sustaining. I reminded him to stop sucking your thumb (why do I do this, over and over?) and he said,
Mom, this is how I communicate best with Valentine. It's our secret.
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ReplyDeleteThey both looks so content.
ReplyDeleteThank you for the award, I'll pass it on.
That makes my heart happy.
ReplyDeleteThat is the most deliciously sweet picture..I just love it...what can ya do?? Beautiful! Hugs, Sarah
ReplyDeleteOMG, how are you going to argue with THAT???
ReplyDeleteLOVE that you have a dog named Valentine!
oh dear. that is too cute for words.
ReplyDeleteps my mom has a black poodle named Reni..
ReplyDeleteI sucked my thumb until I was ten. And only because it became too difficult to close my mouth...because of a bridge put in to keep me from sucking. Two of my three children have sonograms with their thumb in their mouth.
ReplyDeleteOh! Love!
ReplyDeleteawwwww...
ReplyDeleteThat should teach you to mind your own thumb, Mother.
ReplyDeleteWhen my son was very little he fell in love with his thumb. We were living in Hawaii, and often he would meander about in his bare feet with a little bathing suit until he could somehow manage to escape from it and bare butt naked go around with his thumb in his mouth and a smile from ear to ear. Once I sent a photo to my late sisters of this wonder of the wilderness and I got a telegram back from them (this was in the sixties, no easy telephone to the other side of the world) and both said more or less "Get a pacifier it is easier to keep clean and his thumb is bad for his teeth". I, of course asked his Chinese pediatrician who poopooed the whole thing and told me to let him suck his thumb in peace.
I forgot all about until the next photo went out of the naked wonder with the thumb planted firmly inside his mouth. Back came another telegram, so I gave in and bought a pacifier which promptly was discarded with a look of disgust and nothing I did could convince him to take it up again.
When the third telegram arrived this time curt and obviously expecting me to follow "orders" I responded with another telegram:
"He absolutely hates the pacifier.
Should I cut his thumb?" We never touched the subject again.
I don't remember when he stopped.
there are worse things he could be sucking, right?
ReplyDeleteCute picture. Now, the whole thumb-sucking dilemma. At home I told the children I would be smearing cod oil all over their thumbs if I ever caught them sucking them. Never did. I don't recommend it, though. That's not good parenting :-), but it works.
ReplyDeleteGreetings from London.
I was a public thumbsucker until kindergarden and then a private one for who knows how long. My mom certainly doesn't know how long - cuz - well it was a private thing :)
ReplyDeleteOh wow....! Little beauties.
ReplyDeleteHi Elizabeth. I know this is an older post and I found it from one of your 'you might like this' photos. I sucked my thumb well into adult-hood and was filled with shame about it until I came across a website for thumb-sucking adults. The shame was brought about by my never well-meaning parents of course. I had good reason to want to comfort myself to need that comfort. You know the area between the thumb and index finger that little web of skin? If it is massaged it releases a great amount of endorphins into the brain.
ReplyDeleteI eventually stopped just stopped because I didn't feel I needed it anymore or maybe because I got properly medicated. I still remember being shamed by my parents though. It was heart wrenching and degrading and terrible and traumatic.
love,
Rebecca