Mama's Boy

I caught a glimpse of myself in Gavin tonight. I've always been independent . Mama tells stories of my "I-can-do-it-myself" attitude that surfaced at a young age. As a teen, I specifically recall not cleaning my room, even though I had planned to, because Mama suggested that I do so. I couldn't stand the thought of her thinking it was her idea and not mine. (Did I mention that I'm stubborn?)

I've shared that Gavin's fussy time is on the evenings. A week or so ago, I tried to cut it short by putting him to bed after his 8ish feeding. Ha! That didn't work.

Tonight I fed Gavin at 5:30, then cooked dinner. Just as we started to eat, Gavin started. Dave inhaled his meal and took Gavin. I inhaled my meal and got Gavin. We came upstairs. I wound up his mobile, and we listened to the Tech fight song. Gavin quietened down as I held him swaying and singing along. Calmed by the song, I sat down to rock him. In five minutes he was asleep. He slept until 7:45, then I fed him. He went back to sleep until I woke him up at 10:30 to change him and feed him. He's snoozing now. So maybe just like me, he wanted to go to bed early, but it had to be his idea, not mine.