Most kids sleep like little animals. That’s why we put them in barred-up cages until they’re two.
I didn’t get mad at him for an impulse that he obviously couldn’t control in that moment. I wanted to. A voice in my head said, “Yo. Freak out.”
The things I do for my son aren’t done for his recognition, appreciation, or even attention. They’re done because I love him.
It’s easy to be so fixated on one specific victory that we miss all the other ones happening around us.
There are some days when I am in awe of his nerve.
He’ll get it. I know he will. He’s done it before. He’ll do it again.
I pictured Ashton Kutcher running into her room and yelling, “We got you, Daddy! Ha! Your friend, God, set you up!”
The thing is, I get it. I get why he wants to run around in the middle of the night…