Sleepy or can't do it

One of my probably irrational fears with Lincoln has (always?) been that there's something more to his always saying he's tired or he just can't do anything. Of course, this is a rational fear based on the family history with ataxia and with Kim Bretz Kleeman's stories of her firstborn's cries that first alerted them to her JRA. I know that I am the boys' greatest advocate and I want to make sure I pay attention. So, each time Lincoln says that his legs won't work so he can't coem to the table, or go upstairs, it plants a seed of worry. Everytime he says he's too tired to play more, it plants a seed of worry. Often I can understand where it came from - being 3, hearing of someone (probably Doug or I) say something about being tired, sore, or such, or even from a storybook. But it's an ongoing battle I have. (The news stories about young kids dying from an unknown or overlooked ailment doesn't help one bit.)

However, last night, Doug was playing with Lincoln before bed. Lincoln was riding horsey-daddy and encouraging daddy to do push-ups over and over. By the time Ben and I got in that room all I heard was Doug saying 'my arms are too tired I can't do any more, or something like that. The important part wasn't the exact words for this story, but rather, that the words he used were words Lincoln uses for these sayings that worry me so much.

While this is good news - that I can once again make a direct link to something Doug or I have said or done (and this time more convincing than ever before), it's a bit sad, too, that we must say how tired or worn out we are regularly enough to have him repeat it.

Off to lunch, hopefully more later...