No blankies in sight. That’s when he goes on the hunt like Elmer Fudd at Bed, Bath, and Beyond.
He wants what he wants when he wants it and will ask you repeatedly.
It’s not even five in the morning. Let the games begin.
He’s my guy, so of course, I give in…momentarily.
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.