Friday, January 8, 2010
I feel like a broken record sometimes. I feel the need to explain that Coleman is three, he does not need to be carried, or fed, or spanked with a feather. People at the grocerystore or relatives that are not around all of the time treat him younger. You know what makes me even more mad at this fact??? I treat him different too. I feel like life is hard enough for him, isn't it? I try to be fair ,I try to make him do for himself. Then I second guess myself, can he pull that chair on his own? can he take off his clothes by himself?does he really need to walk all the way? Then I stop and think of what best for him, not what makes his life easier for now. He is soooo independent and energized, I know in my soul to push him is to better him. So next time you feel like helping Coleman, HE IS 3!!!