In my house we call a pacifier a 'Binky'. My husband affectionately calls it the Binkytown, as in: Where's your Binkytown? Time to go to Binkytown, etc.
Out of curiosity, I looked for the definition of a Binky in the dictionary; there is none. Not finding Binky, I looked up 'Pacifier' and found this:
"n 1: someone who tries to bring peace [syn: conciliator, make-peace, peacemaker, reconciler] 2: device used for an infant to suck or bite on [syn: comforter, baby's dummy, teething ring]."
Now the second part, everybody knows about. The first part seems obvious, but surprising to read after only associating a pacifier with something you give a child for all these years. Suddenly the light bulb went on! This all makes perfect sense! I AM a pacifier - a classic Libra who craves equilibrium. Anyone reading this with children will know having a baby is the exact opposite of that, so maybe that's why my first year of motherhood (in my mid thirties) felt like such a challenge.
Binkytown started as an in-between place; having a strange sensation of having one foot in my life-before-baby and the other in a new place where I was now a mother and literally everything had changed. It wasn't a bad place to be, but it was a different place, to be sure.
I head to an office in the morning but come home to my real job working and playing along the shores of Lake Michigan with my husband and two tow-headed boys. In between I write about it all here.
I like chocolate, a lot, I have Matchbox cars strewn across my entire house and I cry easily.
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