Yesterday was a big milestone for little Miss Genevie. But let me give you some background first. A couple of months ago I had cut up what I thought were all of her binkies. After all, she's three and well beyond a reasonable age for needing a soother. However, she found a lone binky that I had missed and had been hoarding it with her life afraid I would cut it up like the others. I promised her I wouldn't. Evidently that was too traumatic for her. This would have to be her decision.
So instead I took a different approach. I kept telling her the story of when I was also three and Nana (my mom) told me one day that the trash men were coming and that I was old enough to throw my pacifier away because I didn't need it.
Fast forward to yesterday. As we were all getting ready for church, Genevie came to me with her binky completely unprompted and said, "Mom, we can get rid of my binky now. I don't need it anymore." "Really?" I questioned her. "Yes," she said emphatically, "You can cut it and then put it in the trash." "Are you sure?" I wasn't convinced she had really made up her mind, but she was insistent. "I don't need it." And so I got out the scissors, cut off the tip of the pacifier, and threw it in the trash. You could just see the pride on her face.
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