My hands are small, I don't mean to spill my milk.My Legs are short- please slow down so I can keep up.
Don't slap my hands when i touch something bright and pretty. I don't understand.
Please look at me when I talk to you. It lets me know you are really listening.
My feelings are tender- don't nag me all day. Let me make mistake without feeling stupid.
Don't expect the bed I make or the picture I draw to be perfect. Just love me for trying.
Remember, I am a child, not a small adult. Sometimes I don't understand what you are saying.
I love you so much. Please love me just for being myself , not just for the things I can do.
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