Pulling the Wool Over Our Eyes
My son, B.T., has known how to walk for several months now. I know this because I’d seen him do it. More tha once, and completely unaided.
And yet, for months, B.T. has refused to walk without the assistance of either Daddy’s or Mommy’s hand to stabilize him. And we assisted, when we could. But there were times we couldn’t. And so, quite often, B.T. reverted to using his other locomotive technique: scooting across the floor on his bum. The latter is a sight to behold – it’s very amusing. But Dear Wife and I couldn’t understand: why did he refuse to walk unaided, when we knew he had the skill to do so? Alas, all of our coaxing and cajoling, and trying to set him for success by encouraging him to walk from Daddy to Mommy or from Mommy to Daddy across short distances seemed for naught.
To be clear, we weren’t worried. He could walk, we already knew that. Eventually, he’d come around to doing it on his own. But, proud parents that we are, we kind of just wanted to show him off to friends and family, to show what our little boy could do. He just refused to cooperate, and refused to perform.
And then, over the Fourth of July Weekend, without any fanfare, he just pushed himself up in the middle of the floor and started walking. And he hasn’t stopped since.
I take that back. He isn’t walking. He’s running. Where he learned that little technique, when he had refused to walk these past few months, I’m sure I’ll never know.
Someone‘s been holding back on Daddy. Pretending he can’t walk without help. Pouting when he doesn’t get a hand from Daddy to help him tot around. (B.T. prefers his Mommy for a lot of things, but when he wanted a hand to walk, he always seemed to prefer me.) He’s a devious little bugger. But now his cat’s out of the bag, he might as well run.
Watching him run around the house: let me say, that’s pretty amusing to watch, too.