I want to say that I got an email from Landon's paternal Aunt, K, and we talked a good while. She would like readers of this blog to know that:
"As the daughter of the "mean" grandpa, being sober my entire life, the mother of 3 beautiful boys, friend of the author of this blog, and aunt of "Baby Landon" as my boys call him, I would like to share that I have not seen a pacifier in Landon's mouth for several months. I personally only allowed my children to have a pacifier until the age of three months because I offered them the comfort they needed and refused to have to pay for the dental problems that may occur because of long term use. He is not under stress or dismay at my parents' house, in fact we spend many days as a family going to the park, shopping, playing outside, playing peek-a-boo, visiting family members in the area, watching "Winn Dixie", and many other family oriented activities. My parents are moral, ethical, CHRISTIAN, people ... We are not horrible people, just on the other side of the fence...."
I would just like to re-iterate one more time then let it rest: What he did in yanking the pacifier out of Landon's mouth and how he did it and what he said and why was wrong. It happened. It's wrong for anyone to act that way. Clearly we disagree with their family view point on pacifiers, but not "just because" ... a member of their family works in a dentist's office, so maybe, just maybe, they will take the time to read and share what American Academy of Pediatric Dentistry has to say about pacifiers.
It's not really about what we grandparents think about pacifiers.
As far as being on the other side of "the fence", it reminds me of a line I read once: "I shall never see a castle without thinking of how stong we could have been had we had built the walls around us, rather than between..." That was more communication about Landon from anyone on the paternal side that we've had since he was born. I've known K since she was 16 and best friends with my oldest daughter and called me "mom", and though we haven't always agreed, I care for her very much. She's in a tough spot, and I appreciate her stepping over that fence.
We actually have much in common, our two families; most importantly Landon and his expected sister... and the heartache of an addicted and loved child, sister, brother...
In fact, I did my best to explain to K that this blog is my place for processing my thoughts and feelings, and spreading my own testament to the pain and confusion of loving an addict... and the people who I link to here and who commented on my last post are loving people who would just as soon help her father rather than knock him down for the pain he and her mother have also gone through as parents of addicts - BUT - In many ways, it's like a no BS zone, too... one lesson I think we've all learned is one of the first steps in truly helping our addicts recover is letting go of some of our own destructive and defeating thought processes and controlling behaviors.
You know - It took me a while to get used to the idea of placing newborns on their backs to sleep - But I did it anyway. I may not ever get over how contrary that is to the way newborns were placed on their tummies when my children were babies, and how right that was, then.