Can I make a confession? Sometimes I hug a pillow like a teddy bear. Does that mean I have mommy attachment issues, little kid regression stuff, codependency issues, or I'm just a big ol' pussy?
It's not every night I do that, but it helps me sleep sometimes. Don't judge.
Our son, despite attempts to dissuade, carried his bear (auntie's gift when he was 1 year old) on the 8th grade overnight trip. I figured he'd get beat up, or razzed to death, at the very least. No problem, however. Nathaniel said he told the other kids, "I've had this bear all my life and I'm not abandoning him just because I'm on a field trip." Nobody said a word. Possibly it helped that by that time he was already about 6' tall...but I like to think that everyone else had chickened out and wished they had their bears, too.
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I have no idea what this all means.
Can I make a confession? Sometimes I hug a pillow like a teddy bear. Does that mean I have mommy attachment issues, little kid regression stuff, codependency issues, or I'm just a big ol' pussy?
It's not every night I do that, but it helps me sleep sometimes. Don't judge.
Don't know what to tell you, Dr. Ken. I mean, you're obviously not talking to a guy who worries too much about the fact he has a teddy bear.
Our son, despite attempts to dissuade, carried his bear (auntie's gift when he was 1 year old) on the 8th grade overnight trip. I figured he'd get beat up, or razzed to death, at the very least. No problem, however. Nathaniel said he told the other kids, "I've had this bear all my life and I'm not abandoning him just because I'm on a field trip." Nobody said a word.
Possibly it helped that by that time he was already about 6' tall...but I like to think that everyone else had chickened out and wished they had their bears, too.
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