I am Kieran

If you think I’€™m smart it’€™s because I am. Colleen treated me like I could learn anything. She always cheered me on. She applauded every attempt. She expected me to use my intelligence.
She believed in me.

If you think I’€™m loveable it’s because I am. Colleen hugged me and told me that I was wonderful. She made me feel worthwhile. She taught me how to show you just how loving I can be. She taught me how to care for myself. She expected me to be loveable.
She believed in me.

If you think I am gentle it’€™s because I am. Colleen talked calmly and carefully to me, except when she was cheering me on. She held me close when I got scared or angry. She taught me how to calm myself. She believed that I was gentle. She expected me to be gentle.
She believed in me.

If you think that I have a good sense of humour it’€™s because I do. Colleen always laughed with me, never at me, except when I was being a clown. We laughed when we worked and we laughed when we played. Colleen even taught me how to put straws in my nose to make Mommy laugh! She always smiled, even when she probably felt like crying. Colleen believed that I could understand what was funny. She expected us to have fun.
She believed in me.

If you think I’m very friendly it’€™s because Colleen was my friend. She helped me to practice taking turns and sharing. She taught me how to speak kindly to others, even when I don’€™t really like them. She stayed my friend even when I was pretty rough on her. Especially those days when she wished she had worn contacts! Colleen believed that I was her friend. She expected me to be friendly.

If you think I will be happy with my life it’s because I will. Colleen gave me the skills that I needed; she taught me how to think hard, care for others, be kind and gentle, take turns and share. (Actually, she even taught me how to dress myself, brush my teeth, blow my nose and wipe my butt!) But, most of all she taught me how to believe in myself because first, she believed in me.

She expects me to be happy. She believes I can be.

This was written for Colleen, our son’s Intensive Behaviour Intervention therapist. She and the whole team was instrumental in giving our son hope and a chance to grow. He is 16 now and a thriving teenager! We love you Colleen!

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