He cannot sit up by himself
He can’t eat by himself
He can’t sing, he can’t dance, he can’t walk, run or even stand
He can’t scratch his head or his arm or anywhere else
He can’t speak so he can’t tell you how he feels, what he thinks, what he likes or dislikes
He can’t see, which is enough said……..
He can’t turn over in bed
He can’t call out for help
He can’t brush his teeth
He can’t have a bowel movement by himself
He can’t tell me to leave him alone (hah! he wouldn’t get it anyway)
He doesn’t know what colours are
He can’t taste food
He can’t blow his nose
He can’t wiggle his toes
He can’t tell me his woes
He can’t reposition himself to be more comfortable
He can’t press on his stomach when it hurts
He can’t play with other children
He can’t get angry or laugh
He can’t enjoy the heat of the sun for long
He can’t bear cold at all, his toes turn purple
He can’t understand the world around him, for good and for bad
He can’t interact, make mistakes, win, lose and he can’t choose.
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