Is this forgiveness?

For those of you who haven't heard the story before....It turns out that Ben and I have this son, Connor, and he can kind of be a handful. There have been tears, therapists, prayers, sleepless nights, and lots of ice cream consumption as a result of this kid.

Sometime within the first thirty minutes we met her, Connor's therapist suggested that we consider taking the Wii away from Connor. She said fancy phrases like "over stimulation" and "not good for him." Ben and I heard these phrases and decided we would limit his Wii time to a half an hour on Saturday and Sunday, which almost always turned into an hour.

Around a month ago Ben and I had this amazingly awesome idea. What if the Wii was overstimulating Connor and wasn't really very good for him? Ben decided to put all of our Wii games into storage never to be seen again...or at least not for the foreseeable future.

This amazing transformation has taken place. There has been less crying, therapists sessions where I say "I've got not complaints," prayers of thanksgiving, and about the same amount of ice cream consumption (what can I say, I like ice cream). It isn't that Connor is this perfect, never get into trouble kid, these days, it is just that he has gone from screaming matches that would put a teenager to shame to just five year old kid kind of stuff.

Almost every major tantrum we have had since taking away the Wii has been about...taking away the Wii. We assure him that he didn't loose it because he is a bad kid, he asks when he is getting it back, we tell him somewhere around the time he is twenty-five, he says that we are unreasonable. Even these arguments are kid stuff compared to what Connor is capable of.

Amazing transformation aside, I've worried that Connor may be harboring some deep seated resentment about the loss of his beloved Wii. Then he brought this home from school. There was a little bit of crying...but the happy kind.