A friend once asked me what I enjoy doing with Sebastian. Sharing a soundscape would top the list. Here I document some of the programs, podcasts, albums, genres, and formats which we listened to, danced to, and fell asleep on:
(1) "The Pleasure of My Company" by Steve Martin (audiobook) (2) This American Life (weekly radio programs from Chicago Public Radio) (3) Nodame Cantabile soundtrack (from the immensely popular Japanese TV drama) (4) Against the Grain (in-depth political/economic/cultural analyses from KPFA-FM, Berkeley, California) (5) Motown, Funk, R&B, Country, Jewish radio on last.fm
So the daycare teacher had gently brought up the issue of a pacifier again. When she first mentioned it, both D and I took the same firm stance: Sebastian hasn't needed one since birth and we don't plan on stuffing him with a dummy. But now that Sebastian is eating his hand quite happily and regularly, it got us thinking again.
Who is the pacifier for? Are there good reasons for giving one's child an artificial nipple? The internet is full of advice and personal stories on this matter. But as Sebastian's parents, we just gotta come to our own decision. I remember the first time when the thought of a pacifier entered my mind. It was during a shopping trip to search for a playmat. To save time, D and I decided to visit different stores and I got the little guy. There he was, lying flat on his back in the stroller (his least favorite position) and getting agitated by the minute. Finally, he burst into a good cry in the tiny store, which shocked a passerby. I pushed the stroller around, hoping to calm him with the motion, but he was determined to cry. All eyes were on us, actually, on me. That was when I felt perhaps something (a pacifier) may be missing. Yet at the same time I felt it was absolutely normal for an infant to cry. Why should the adults shove a kid with a pacifier just to conform to the social etiquette in the adult world?
As D kept telling me, it's good that Sebastian has learned to comfort himself by sucking his hand. He distinguishes clearly between my breast and a glass bottle, as seen in his preference in the order of "breast milk from mom," "formula in a bottle," and "breast milk in a bottle." In fact, he gets quite angry with breastmilk in a bottle, like he's been cheated or something. So the little guy is smart enough (OK, maybe it's just plain instinct) to gravitate toward human warmth rather than artificial warmth. Although I have my postmodern moments and enjoy sci-fi stories and manga where the woman/machine distinction is blurred, I still think it's top priority for Sebastian to experience as much human-produced warmth as possible. Plastic warmth?Simulated warmth? I'm sure those opportunities will come.
My other reason for not wanting to use a pacifier has to do with "voice." I know it's probably a coincident that Sebastian is able to utter something like "An-bu" at such a young age. But at least he's trying to use his tongue in an interesting way. He isn't mimicking the sounds D and I make yet. But he sure is listening, for rhythm, pitch, and the volume. I am always amazed by the kind of sounds he makes. The man is communicating for all I know! And I don't want to shut him up out of the convenience of the adults.
Who knows? Sebastian could start rapping any minute!