My hands are small; please don’t expect perfection whenever I make a bed, draw a picture, or throw a ball. My legs are short; please slow down so I can keep up with you.
My eyes have not seen the world as yours have; please let me explore safely, don’t restrict me unnecessarily.
Housework will always be there. I’m only little for such a short time – – please take time to explain things to me about this wonderful world, and do so willingly.
My feelings are tender; please be sensitive to my needs; don’t nag me all day long. (You wouldn’t want to be nagged for your inquisitiveness.) Treat me as you would like to be treated.
I am a special gift from God; please treasure me as God intended you to do, holding me accountable for my actions, giving me guidelines to live by, and disciplining me in a loving manner.
I need your encouragement to grow. Please go easy on the criticism; remember you can criticize the things I do without criticizing me.
— Taken from Parenthood Without Hassles – Well Almost Copyright 1979