deepest attachments 

My two year old lost all his binkies today.

I tried comforting him to sleep

but it was just no use.

He cried and cried and cried,

and I felt it so deeply.

This isn’t about a piece of plastic and rubber.

This is about my child’s first real encounter with grief.
His binky is his greatest possession,

and therefore,

it’s loss is his greatest heartbreak.

It was his independent source of comfort,

a small piece of an impossibly large world that he could control.

Now it is gone.

How can he comfort himself now?
I know exactly how he feels.

I know how it feels

when your lifelong source of comfort

is suddenly lost,

and you’re utterly heartbroken,

reaching out for what no longer exists.

How can I comfort myself now?
He’ll make it through the night.

I don’t know how I’ll make it through mine.

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