A couple years ago, I spent an entire weekend making nightlights because Brady was hell bent on making one. I am happy to say that while his determination has not waned at all, he is now capable of doing his own work.
Last night, we did not get home from soccer and faith formation until around 7:30 pm. Bedtime is around 8:00 pm and 1 out of 3 kids still needed a shower. Brady started asking me to buy him an OTG cable. Brady is always wanting something electronic, so I asked the obvious questions: what the heck is an OTG cable and how much does it cost. He told me that an OTG cable would allow him “to connect USB devices to the tablet.”
I tried the usual tactics like you do not really need that, just use the laptop, maybe that could be a birthday present, ask Grandma Donna; but no, he is very persistent. Finally, he said, “That’s fine. I can make one.”
“Okay, great. Goodnight,” I said, exhausted, both from the day and the child.
This morning, I was just barely in to my exercise routine when I heard him get up and start rustling around in the bedroom. It was 5:40 am. I went in and whisper-yelled to him to bring the bin he was looking in to the living room and to please not wake up his brothers.
“What are you looking for?” I asked.
“My Leatherman.” (Multi-tool gift from aforementioned Grandma Donna)
And I knew instantly what he was up to. He was making the cable he was talking about last night. When Brady has something on his mind, he will wake at the crack of dawn to see his mission through.
I told him that I was SURE that I was the one that put the Leatherman up and I did not want him climbing around looking for it and if I had time before work, I would look for it. I was not one minute back into my exercise before I heard him climbing in the kitchen.
“Fine, I will buy you the cable, just write down the name of it!” I called to him. Wednesdays are my weak day; tired from the two days that have already passed, and still two days to go until the weekend. On Wednesday, I am just trying to get by, and if that means buying a completely unnecessary cable that I do not even know the name to, then so be it.
“Okay,” he said, “I need more tools than just the Leatherman, anyway, so I will just make it at Grandma Donna’s.”
The guys did not get home from soccer until around 7 pm tonight, and I from work around 7:30 pm. When we were rounding everyone up for pajamas and brushing teeth, I walked in the computer room to find Brady like this.
“What are you doing?” I asked. But I knew. Of course, I knew. He was making the cable from an old phone charger.
“Look,” he said, excitedly, “I am almost done!” And he is. He has all the wires stripped and ready to go just as soon as he can get some electrical tape from Grandma Donna.
While I was in the basement, changing the laundry, Mark overhead him talking to himself, “Now THAT’s how you strip a wire!”
And as he marched himself to bed, he said, “I feel really good about myself today.”
I am just hoping he feels good enough that he does not wake at 5:30 am tomorrow looking for electrical tape!