It’s not even five in the morning. Let the games begin.
Ironically, it’s his attempts to get out of showing me what he can do that has shown me the most.
Lucas marches to the beat of his own drummer. And that drummer is Dave Grohl in Nirvana smashing his drums into oblivion every morning.
I can’t treat him like I would another child who’s disobeying me due to a lack of respect. That’s not what this is.
Helping him out isn’t just about us doing things for him. It’s also about teaching him to do things for us.
Yesterday’s impossibilities become today’s milestones before our very eyes. If you’re too busy worrying about tomorrow’s goals, you’ll miss them.
Just because we have what some might see as an “excuse” doesn’t mean he doesn’t need to learn.
I struggle with this inner urge to spoil him rotten in lots of instances.
For the first time in all our grocery outings, he was focused and tuned in to his surroundings. Rather than coming along for the ride, my boy was a willing co-pilot.
It’s our favorite trip. Other people might not get it, but we do.