Well, it is officially gone. Our now 2-year-old son, who really looks 3 or 4, will no longer be walking the earth with a pacifier/binky (or deentee, as Max says it) in his mouth. VICTORY!
Day 1: Howls for binky. Goes ballistic in nursery (this is repeated the following Sunday). Whole ward votes for us to be excommunicated (at least until Max is five). At home, Max begins to demand his binky from me. I explain he is a big boy and it is gone, but being a big boy has good consequences too. He doesn’t care to listen. Bedtime is a battle- but we figured it would be.
Well, the rest would just be a repetitive journal of howling and temper tantrums. Impressively, however, he seldom asks for the binky. I wonder if he even remembers why he is so livid throughout the night. He is now just minus the one way he knew how to self-soothe. And oh, how we are paying the price.
We are sure of one thing from this experience… our son will NOT be moved by every wind of doctrine. This boy is stubborn and focused… let’s all pray we can just get him focused on the Lord’s side! (And it wouldn’t hurt to keep his parents’ patience in your prayers until we see this battle through!)