Project 365- Day 21

I learned about Kubler-Ross and her five stages of grief theory when I was in college. Everyone who is grieving goes through five stages, Denial, Anger, Bargaining, Depression and Acceptance. Well tonight I saw my two and a half year old daughter go through all five.
It's true.
This morning my baby girl awoke to a letter from the dreaded Binky Fairy. The fairy wrote that if she were willing to leave her binkies for the fairy to take to the newborn babies, she would leave her a wonderful gift in the morning. This made my sweet daughter very happy, especially since she loves fairies.
But she also loves her binkies and most of the day you can find her with one in her mouth. She takes them out from time to time so I can understand what she is saying, but she is never far from a beloved binkie.
Everything was going fine even as she gathered the only two binkies she could find and placed them in a basket by the wood stove for the fairy to take.
Suddenly it was like she had the realization that this fairy was taking these things for good!
At first she asked for the binkies, then she cried out for them as I carried her off to bed. She began to hit me, something I had never expected. I saw my son through this several years ago and he was easy breezy compared to this firecracker.
Then she calmly asked for them back telling me she missed them. Then she quietly cried. But only for a few minutes. Just when I thought she was going to cry all night, she stopped, yawned, and closed her eyes. Success.

Of course I know that this will not last. She will probably repeat the process at least one more time tonight and then again tomorrow and maybe even the night after. But eventually she will be okay without the binkies and we can stop worrying as bedtime approaches because we cannot find one.
Tomorrow when she wakes up she will be greeted by the beautiful new fairy doll. A toy not at all suitable for a baby. Only big girls have dolls like those. And the candy will be there for her the next morning because I know she will most likely have another rough night.
I think she'll be a little sad for a few days, and I will be little sad too. She may very well be my last and I liked the idea of her being a baby for as long as I could keep her one.
Now hopefully she doesn't hate fairies in the morning!