Call It Progress

I guess you could call it progress that now I have to put his Medic Alert necklace on his neck and tuck it under his shirt because he doesn't know how to do it.


I guess you could call it progress that now I have to monitor his electric shaver because after only one day of new $40.00 blades he nicked and ruined them.


I guess you could call it progress that now I have to make sure his bed side drawer is closed at bedtime because he forgets to close it and the cats like to play with his stuff.


I guess you could call it progress that now I have help him zip up his coat because he doesn't know how to do it.


I guess you could call it progress that now I have to butter his toast because he doesn't know how to do it and tries dipping it into the butter tub.


I guess you could call it progress that now I have to select his clothes for him each morning because he not able to do it for himself.


I guess you could call it progress that now I have to put his chocolates out each night because he cannot figure out how to do it.


I guess you could call it progress that now I have to put his hat and gloves in his coat pocket when we arrive at a destination because he doesn't know how to do it.


I guess you could call it progress that now I have to fasten his seat belt in the car because he doesn't know how to do it.

I GUESS YOU COULD CALL IT PROGRESS THAT HE KNOWS HE DOESN'T KNOW HOW TO DO IT OR THAT "SOMETHING IS WRONG."

At least I am beginning to know more consistently how to help him.