A good loser!

Back in early March, Robbie lost the Wii after he tried to throw the console across the living room. Since then he's been asking when he'd get it back, and we've explained that he would when we believed he'd be able to use it without getting angry. 

The day before yesterday he and I were playing a game on the iPad and although he was doing quite well, he lost in the end. He started to look cross and I inwardly braced myself for what might come. Robbie took a deep breath, exhaled slowly, stretched out his hand and congratulated me on winning the game. This is what I do when he wins and have been trying to get him to model for ages. I was so pleased I could have screamed. I knew Robbie wouldn't be able to take too much direct praise, so I acknowledged his good reaction without too much fanfare and later, at the dinner table, told Glen (with Robbie at the table ) about how impressed I'd been. 

As a surprise when I picked him up from school yesterday, I told Robbie that as a reward for his good reaction to losing the day before, he'd be allowed to play on the Wii again. Robbie didn't say much, but I could tell how pleased he was. I think he was a little bit proud of himself too, which is not something we see often.