He’s currently crying and cursing my name to his stuffed animal friends. Through sobs I’m hearing: “Mama said No means No! She acting wike a cwazy person. I wuv to suck my fingers all da time. I know I’m supposed to suck my fingers! I want to do it evry day!”
It’s naptime and the last week has been a struggle getting him to bed because his favorite self-soothing method has been compromised. Since his birth, Shepard has been compelled to suck his fingers. But it’s messing up not only his teeth but also his bite, and THAT is not easily remedied.
I’ve tried everything. Bitter finger nail polish, hot sauce, reward system, boxing gloves, fingertips dipped in essential oils, good ole nagging…guys, I custom sewed a glove that fit over his two sucking fingers and then wrapped tightly around his little wrist. It worked pretty well until one day during nap he wrestled it off with his teeth like a dog with a bone. He hid it somewhere good and I haven’t seen it since. And maybe not my finest moment but I even showed him a colonoscopy video of what pinworms look like and warned him that “booty worms” could be his fate if he didn’t stop sucking. Desperate times is all I have to say in my defense.
Then last week, his finger nail separated itself from his finger (I know. So heinous). I clipped a lot of it off but there’s still a portion hanging on by a cuticle. It grossed him out so much that for four glorious days, he wouldn’t dare put it in his mouth. “Yay! This is it!” I thought. But the last couple days, he is just so addicted to soothing himself by sucking his fingers that I’ve caught him going for it a few times, jagged, hanging, nail flap and all.
Today trying to settle him down to sleep and reminding him to keep his fingers out of his mouth, he said with conviction, “I’m supposed to suck my fingers!” He feels like he was made to suck his fingers. It’s in his blood and mind and motivation. So do I let him keep sucking his fingers until his finger simply refuses to regrow a nail, gets an infection and the whole thing falls off? Or until his mouth and bite are so badly damaged that, in a short little while when he’s concerned about his reflection in the mirror, he has shaped and molded the bone structure of his jaw around two fingers and permanently distorted his smile? Do I leave him to his own devices because I love him so much and know how much he loves to suck his fingers? Does he know better than me in this matter?
Clearly not. I intervene. I fight him. Let him call me a crazy person to Tigey and Big Red. I keep working for his good knowing that his good is not in letting him continue on a path that is ultimately destructive to him. Even though he loves it. Even though he feels compelled. Even though he truly thinks he was born to suck his fingers.
We all have this bent, don’t we? If I feel compelled from within towards a certain something, surely I’m meant to pursue it, right? My health, sanity, spirit or relationships may suffer, but it couldn’t be wrong if this is what I deem to be my God-given desire. It’s just the way I am.
But here’s the BIG catch: There is only one I AM.
Only One among us who is absolutely perfect just the way He is. And it’s a fortunate thing that the rest of us were born to not stay the same. To learn and grow and change. To let go of our idols of self and realize that our God-given purpose is to become more like Jesus. God has modeled it for us and we can model it for our children: sometimes we need to give up something we love – even deeper still – something we think we can’t live without or believe is a fundamental part of who we are. No amount of kicking, screaming, cursing, reasoning or conviction on our part can change Truth’s reality of what is permanently to our benefit (or detriment).
Your gut check: what makes you really angry when someone threatens to take it away? And so, has it become an idol in your life?