Cold Turkey. No option to give in.
Tonight was the first night that she went to sleep without it. I laid her head on her Little Mermaid pillow, tucked her crocheted baby afghan around her, and kissed her cheek.
Then came the sugar-sweet reminder from her little mouth, "Mamma. Fafier?"
Oh geeze. "All gone Sweetness. Be a big girl and go night night."
"Fafier." Again, but with a hint of worry.
I'm slowly backing away toward the door.
I glance at the clock to make sure I don't let her scream too long. Less than a minute later, silence. Another parenting task complete.