Benevolent Binky Fairy Burgles the Treacy House

It was a magical day in our family. It would change the house forever. It was momentous and exciting, but also scary and nerve-racking. And, it wasn’t the first time it had happened.

At our house, we have always fought a battle with the binky. That’s right. Call it what you wish … bink, binky, paci, dummy, pacifier … it’s all the same.

As a mom, I’ve heard it all. Both of my children, my son and daughter, had them. And now, the Treacy house is free of them forever!

How’d we do it? Like I said, it was “magic.” At our house, we owe it all to the Binky Fairy!

Who, or what, might you ask is that? Well, you’ve heard of the Tooth Fairy, right? This is her lesser-known, younger cousin. Instead of swooping in to make an exchange for your rejected chompers, the Binky Fairy comes in the dead of night to steal all of your binkies.

You see, the babies of the world need binkies. And, at least in our house, once you turn 3, it is time to allow the babies in need to use them. You are growing up, and you have to pass them along to the smaller ones of the world who need the comfort more than you do now.

The fairy is usually notified about a week after the third birthday—she then sweeps in to the rescue.

In exchange for gathering up the binks, she leaves behind a note of gratitude for your selflessness in the form of a toy you’ve longed desired. It can’t just be any old thing from the toy aisle, but instead, something you’ve been asking about for quite some time.

In my son’s case, just two-and-a-half years ago, it was a Thomas the Train table. (Mind you, that same table sits in my basement now, collecting dust.) For my daughter, about two weeks ago, it was a “Big Girl” nail polish and makeup set. As part of being a big girl and giving up the famed binks, it seemed more than fair.

And so it was. Just a few weeks into the world of 3, Alora headed to bed, still sucking on her binky, her friend and companion. She’d had them since the NICU. She’d toted them everywhere we’ve been ever since.

But, when she awoke, there before her was a sparkling new makeup set—and gone were the binks. She never complained once. She didn’t ask for them. She didn’t cry for them. She took it for what it was. It was time to move on, and she was thrilled to have the gift.

I’ve been criticized for years for allowing my children to have binkies as long as we did. I have been told that my children will have overbites, speech impediments and deformities for life. I’ve had speech therapists, other moms, teachers and even my own parents voice their concerns. I didn’t care. My children were comforted by them, and I can’t think of something that matters more to me in this world than those two kids’ happiness.

I have to give credit where it is due. I thank SuperNanny. She told us all about this concept, and we’re so glad she gave us the Binky Fairy’s number! We’re blessed to have it!

Whatever the critics’ opinions, it is over now. And, I’m oddly a tad saddened by it. My babies are growing up. And, that is just one more thing—like bottles and onesies and bouncers and high chairs and walkers—that is gone from our house, never to be seen again.

It’s bittersweet.

If you have a tot struggling to ditch the paci, I’d highly recommend a call to the Binky Fairy. She is a close family friend, and we owe her a lot!