What counts is not necessarily the size of the dog in the fight – it’s the size of the fight in the dog. ~ Dwight D. Eisenhower
As we’re weaning Nik off of naps and one of his meds, he definitely gets more tired by the end of the day. I suspect it’s a combination of increased energy and alertness which leads to greater physical activity—which I didn’t think was even possible for this kid —and greater sensory input to try to process; the result is that Nik is exhausted at the end of the day.
Today is no different.
His slender frame encased in his “footie” pajamas —the sight makes me smile as it’s the last vestige of any sign of baby about this boy —Nik chirps and sings as he toddles on wobbly legs toward the stairs. He is so tired he nearly runs into the kitchen cabinet en route.
He spies one of the cats lounging on the back of an armchair but is too tired to give chase; he acknowledges the cat with a sing-songy “mah-mah-mah,” his way of saying “meow,” as he pinches and pulls his cheeks to make the sign for cat. He continues in a zigzag line to the foot of the stairs; his feet are barely able to propel him forward. “I think you’d better carry him, honey,” I say to Niksdad.
Unassisted, Nik begins his laborious ascent. On most days, he holds the railing and walks up with great confidence and speed; tonight, he crawls on his hands and knees like a thirsty man approaching a desert oasis. He pauses about midway; sitting back on his foot, he nearly tumbles but Niksdad is there to steady him. “Nikolas, do you want Daddy to carry you?” my husband asks.
Nik pauses and turns his body toward us; I expect him to reach for his father. Instead, he turns brusquely away. His determination makes me smile. Nik refuses to ask for help except in the direst of circumstances; this, clearly, does not qualify. He continues to crawl; his progress is much slower than before. He pauses to rest his forehead on each step before he climbs —as if he is gathering strength for his arduous task. You would think he is Sisyphus, pushing the boulder uphill, he is working so hard and is so determined!
Reaching the top step at last, Nik staggers into his bedroom and heads right to his crib. I am certain he will ask for help in getting into bed; he is so tired I cannot fathom that he has the stamina to do it in the usual fashion**.
Apparently, I am mistaken yet again. Determination thy name is Nikolas.
** Video of “the usual fashion” as of approximately three weeks ago: