I WILL ALWAYS BE ME 💜

When I was born I was very small.

I couldn't really do much at all.

I cried when I wanted something to eat

And laughed when someone tickled my feet.

I can't remember my very first days,

But I got attention in so many ways.

And as the months passed I grew and grew,

I learned many things new.

I learned to sit and I learned to stand.

And I finally walked, holding someone's hand.

Now I can talk and walk on my own.

And everyone says, " Oh, look how you're grown!"

There are lots of things I can do by myself,

Like tying my shoes and reaching a high self.

I can put on the clothes that I want to wear.

I can dress and comb my hair.

I can talk to my friends and family too.

I can tell them exactly what I want to do.

I've grown a lot. I'll grow a lot more.

I will be different than I was before.

But no matter how big I grow to be,

One thing won't change- I WILL ALWAYS BE ME

What makes me ME:

It's my character
Things I prioritize
My behavior

"Things that make me different are the things that make me"- A.A.Milne

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