Bye Bye Binky

Our son was a binky baby.  We took it away during the day at one year but allowed him to keep it for bed and nap time.  Though the doctor said it was fine to use until he was three, we knew the time had come.

So, after a fun-filled evening of activity for Father's Day, we put him down for night night.  Having read this article and polled friends on Facebook for advice, we decided to snip the end of the binky off, that way he would still have it and discarding it would be his decision.  I handed it to him and he happily popped it in his mouth, only to remove and say, "Binky broken. Help, Mommy?"  It was too much for this mommy.  As he started to cry, I did, too.  We left him in his room screaming "My binky! My binky!"  We went in several times to check on him and try to soothe him, but when he was still screaming fifteen minutes later, and asked Daddy if he could "snuggle," Daddy relented and we got him out of bed.  We snuggled on the couch together for half an hour or so before putting him back in bed.  Same thing.  After a few minutes, Daddy went in to talk to him.

And here is where our miracle happened.

You see, being the worrier I am, I had agonized over taking the binky for weeks.  As I was lying in bed listening to my husband head to my sweet boy's room and bawling my eyes out, I began to pray, confess my worry, and ask that God would simply take care of it.  At the same moment in the other room, Daddy was telling our son that he needed to go night night.  Our sweet little boy looked up at Daddy, reached out his hand and said, "Pray?"

Pray.  Daddy, will you pray with me.  I hurt and I need God to help me.

Daddy took his hand, bowed his head and prayed that God would help him go to sleep without his binky.  When he finished, our boy said, "I love you, Daddy," and rolled over.  It's 6:41 the next morning, and he is still sleeping.

Beautiful.  Thank you, Jesus.