At 4 ,
He is afraid of failure. Afraid to try and not reach perfection.
He is willing to fall asleep, but only if we stay near him.
He is able; able to brush and wash and put away and follow, but he still prefers some help, a hand, a reminder, even arms to carry him.
He recognizes the force behind words; sometimes, he uses that force to build, sometimes to destroy.
He realizes that actions and words have consequences, but he doesn’t always have the foresight to realize in time.
He engages and connects with little boy tricks and antics: ” You’ve gotta see this” .
He is a big brother, and still my little boy- and big versus little rolls across his face like storm clouds.
He is kind and considerate, and selfish and egotistical.
He is funny and clever, confident and unsure.
He is my shadow- stretching away from me in the daylight and disappearing into me in the dark.
He is all things good and all things hard.
He is more mine and less mine than he’s ever been.