My hands are small, I don’t mean to spill my milk. My legs are short, please slow down so I can keep up with you. 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 mistakes 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 me, not for the things I do.
Weekly thoughts and announcements from our Pastor, Fr. Tom Lewandowski.