I woke up in the middle of the night, listening. I thought I heard something. In the silence, I heard it again. My son was calling to me from his room.
Quietly, I climbed out of bed, trying not to disturb my husband. I opened the door to my room, then my son's door.
"What's the matter, baby?" I spoke softly into the darkness.
"I have to go pee," he replied.
I laughed a little. He still hasn't figured out that, even when he's been sent to bed, if he has to use the toilet, he can get up without asking. I walked with him through the shadows, and waited to help him back to bed.
When he came out of the bathroom, I hugged him, and told him how proud of him I was. This is the first time he's gotten up in the night to use the toilet, instead of just going in his pull-up.
I was so excited, it took me a while to fall back asleep.