Give Me My Nunny!
It was a cold, tiring
afternoon. I had just woken from my
mid-morning nap and I couldn’t wait to shove my nunny in my mouth again. I hadn’t gone a day in my five years of
living without it. It brought me comfort
and soothed me when times were bad. Mom
used it to shut me up when I cried, but I didn’t mind because half the time I
was crying it was because I wanted my nunny in the first place. I slept with it, used the potty with it,
watched television with it, I even tried to eat with it, but I quickly
discovered that just wasn’t possible.
“Rebecca! Time for your first day of
preschool!” my mom was so excited to get me up and dressed. Although I was her third child heading off to
Highland Preschool, it was still a milestone in my adolescent life and she
wanted to be there every step of the way.
I hopped out of bed faster than
lightning, but before I could do anything else I plopped my nunny in my mouth
first thing. There were so many feelings
floating around in my stomach, I couldn’t decide if I was nervous, excited, or
both! My mom came in with Rachael, my
little sister bouncing on her hip as she was fed a bottle.
“Honey, what do you think you’re
going to wear?” she asked, hoping I would throw on the dress she had laying out
for me on the bed.
“Ummm, I think I want to wear these
shorts, and this shirt,” I said as I pulled out the clothes out of my drawer.
“But sweetie, it’s your first day,
don’t you want to look nice?” My mom
suggested. It was very clear she wanted
me to wear the dress and shoes, so I did, because I knew she would be happy if
I did, and it was clear I had no idea what clothes I wanted to wear considering
I never had to pick out my own outfit before!
After I got dressed, I headed down
stairs to eat my breakfast, which consisted of chocolate chip pancakes and a
banana on the side. I gobbled it down in
a matter of minutes and pulled my backpack over my shoulders. My mom handed me my lunch box as I skipped
down the stairs, excited and nervous to finally go to preschool.
We arrived at Highland Preschool and
I saw all these unfamiliar faces, so I was very nervous. To get in the building, you had to walk about
several steps and when you finally got to the top, there even more steps to get
upstairs. The walls were lined with work
from other children and I couldn’t wait to see my own masterpieces hanging on
the wall. I stepped into a big open
area, there was a small playground, crafting tables, a big carpet, and
something they called a loft. I was told
the loft was for reading books and it looked quite exciting, but in order to
get to the loft you had to crawl up a tall ladder in order to get there, but
once you’re in, it’s very comfortable.
“Bye honey, love you!” my mom said as
she waved to me when she walked out the door.
I was left alone, without my mother, in a strange and new
environment. I didn’t know anyone and I
began to get butterflies in my stomach.
I looked around to see unfamiliar faces, but they were all smiling and
giggling so I began to feel better.
“Okay boys and girls, I know
everyone is excited on their first day, but I promise that you will have a
blast here at Highland Preschool!”
stated the teacher, whom I didn’t know her name, but she seemed very friendly. We read a story and afterwards they had a
snack made for us which consisted of cookies and apple juice. I had made a friend and her name was
Sadie. I knew from the start that she was
going to be my best friend.
After we had snack, we got to go
around and explore everything. Sadie and
I jumped right out of our seats, hoping to go to play dress up with the other
girls, but first I had to put my nunny back in my mouth. We were playing dress up when a mean and evil
teacher stomped her way over to us. I
looked up at her, frightened of what she was going to do.
“Miss Rebecca, is that a pacifier in
your mouth?” She asked me. I nodded my head, too scared to say anything.
“Pacifiers are for babies, and you
aren’t a baby anymore!” I began to cry and tell her I wasn’t a baby and that I
could have my nunny all I wanted. She
tugged it out of my mouth and set it on her desk. I was so upset I didn’t want to play dress
up, so I crawled into the loft. Suddenly
I got a sneaky idea. I was going to grab
my nunny off her desk and walk around with my hand cupped over my mouth to hide
it. I crawled down, snuck over and
successfully captured my nunny. My plan
was successful!
My nunny was a very large part of my
early adolescent years. I kept in my
mouth at often as I could. It was such a
great comfort, no one can even understand.
My mom began attempting when I was four and by six she succeeded and I
didn’t use my nunny anymore.
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