A week ago CC learned how to pull himself up to standing. Now he’s slowly beginning to cruise on the furniture. I can’t begin to describe how I felt when I saw him in his first attempts – brows furrowed in intense concentration as he used all the strength in his little body to pull himself from his knees to his feet, the brief moment when his legs wobbled and he whimpered to mommy for help, the bright smile on his face when he finally did it, like a climber that just scaled Everest. Motherly pride swelled my heart. Sure, ALL kids learn how to do this, some much earlier than 10 months…but this was MY son, the little baby I gave birth to. I was so proud of his new accomplishment; with the pride came a tinge of sadness that my little boy is indeed growing up and will soon be scaling many more mountains, independent of mommy.
After a week, CC is now a pro at pulling himself up. He does it on the coffee table, the chairs, his exersaucer…basically everything, including his crib. That’s when my pride soon turned into frustration. For the past couple of days, nap time and bed time have been a challenge. CC, normally a champion sleeper, would now rather practice his newfound skill rather than go to sleep. As soon as I’d put him down, he would be right back up. To ease my frustration, Larry put it in terms that I could relate to, “If you discovered you could fly, wouldn’t you spend every minute practicing?” Reluctantly, I agreed, “I suppose if I learned to fly, I would be too excited to sleep too.”
My clever husband set up a webcam in CC’s room so that we could see exactly what he was doing when he was supposed to be sleeping. (It’s terrible, we’re spying on our son already; we’ll promise to stop doing it by the time he’s in high school… maybe). At first, it was quite entertaining to watch him from our computer in the living room. He would stand at the railing of his crib, look around at his room fascinated by his new vantage point. Sometimes he would clap and wave at the camera (like he knew we were watching) or swat at the little bears on his mobile. Sometimes his pacifier would fall out and he’d cry in desperation because though he was a pro at getting up, he wasn’t so good at getting down.
After doing this for an hour one day, my amusement soon turned to aggravation. I realized it was better for me to NOT see what he was doing and naively believe that he was sleeping when the room was quiet. So I turned off the webcam and went to do the dishes. Thankfully, those few days were just a phase. CC has returned to sleeping like a champ, not as enthralled by his new skill anymore. We can both once again go back to our normal daily schedule, at least until he attempts to master his next new skill. And I can rest assured in the fact that though my little boy will be scaling many mountains, he still will need his mommy to get him back down for a long time yet.