Wednesday, June 11, 2014

The Thumb War That Wasn’t

I often pretend that I know what I’m doing with this parenting thing – and don’t get me wrong, I think Tony and I make good, informed decisions regarding our children and the myriad issues involved in rearing them – but sometimes it’s just dumb luck.


I’ve said it before: if we’d had Jamie first, we would have thought we were awesome parents from the get-go.  Since he was our second child, I know that, in so many respects, we’re just lucky.  He sleeps well, he self-soothes when he has to, he has an ability to reason and end-game a situation that is beyond his years, he potty-trained himself, and now, through no action of mine or Tony’s or anyone else’s, he has stopped sucking his thumb.


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I’ll admit that I didn’t even notice for a couple of days.  But there, just like it was nothing, he has shed this last babyish practice, almost on the eve of his third birthday.  What a kid.


(I’m pretty sure it was the illness that did it.  When one’s throat is so sore one can’t swallow, sucking one’s thumb just doesn’t have any appeal.)

1 comment:

Sarah said...

No. Way. What a guy!