I realized again this afternoon after a MAJOR meltdown from Tate, that I haven't been giving him as much ATTENTION as normal. With everything that's been happening with my Mother... I think Tate has been just a tad neglected.
The other day Tate wrote me a note that said, "I can take care of myself"-all written out how he thought it should be spelled. If I didn't feel so guilty about not being there for him lately, it would have almost been funny! This afternoon (to make up with him), I took Tate to the park. We spent a very long time playing on the toys, digging BIG holes in the sand, climbing trees, finding rocks, and chasing birds. I'm a little nervous about what's to come (3 weeks away from him), but we'll make it through. He will survive and I'll be doing what I should be doing. And then when I come home... we'll just have to make up again!
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