One thing I hate to see is kids . . . big ones not toddlers. . . with a pacifier corked into their mouth. There comes a time when a kid is just to old to be sucking on a rubber teat.
I’m not against binkies, per se. I think that they are an acceptable means fora child to comfort themselves.
In fact, I think it’s better than allowing a child to sucktheir thumb. Why? Because thumbsucking is a harder habit tobreak . . . a pacifier you can take away . . . a thumb you can’t.
Anyhoo, my son was an avid nook sucker. He had scads of the things. I have to admit it was awfully cute when he would spin it around in his mouth.
When he would fall asleep at night, his pacifier wouldinevitably flip out of his mouth and end up falling into the space between thebed and the wall. Where, eventually,there would be a whole big pile of them. I would periodically retrieveand wash them.
So the day came when I thought it was appropriate to weanhim off his pacifiers. This was hissecond birthday.
I sat him down and told him that he was a big boy now andthat he was getting to old to be needing a pacifier. I told him that when he lost the lastpacifier that there wouldn’t be any more.
One by one the nooks would make their way to the spacebetween the wall and his bed from where I would retrieve them and discardthem.
The day finally came when the last pacifier met it’s demise.
My boy asked for one and I reminded him that we had made anagreement and he resigned himself to being binky free. And he managed just fine.