Callie seems to have overcome yet another obsession. She had a rollercoaster book she's carried around for probably a good 6+ months. We found a replacement online, but every time I thought I'd ordered it, I really hadn't. I think it was God's way of pushing all of us to let it go.
Today, Callie came home and went straight to the trash compactor and put the ragged few last pages into the compactor. She was good and ready. I may hold my breathe when bedtime comes tonight and she doesn't have her beloved book to prop up as she has every night for the past umpteen nights, but I am pretty confident that she is ready. She hasn't gone back to look for it yet. I may get her a new Barbie doll just to distract her at bedtime, the Barbies sleep with her too. That seems a small price to pay for that bacteria laden book to be permanently retired.
It's the hope that "this too will past" that keeps us going some days. Most of her behaviors seem to come and go, which is comforting when we're facing one that is particularly disturbing. Right now, she is obsessed with kissing. First she wanted other people to kiss and would put couples together and demand they kiss. Now, she wants to kiss - anyone who happens to be around when she has the urge. She is an indiscriminate kisser - any age, any gender, anytime. Most people find it amusing, but when she corners someone or goes in for a kiss from a younger more vulnerable child, that's not so cool.
Someday, God willing, we'll one day look back and say, "Huh, remember when she used to try to kiss everybody in sight?"