I can’t pick you up when you cry to be carried up from the ground. I can’t bend over to put you in bed at night, or for your naps. I can’t bring you to the playground because I can’t climb up there with you to keep you safe.
I can’t prepare your meals myself, even though I would really like to. I can’t play with you all day, even when you sit outside my door crying for my attention. I don’t bring you to music or art classes like other parents do, I don’t change your diapers or shower you. I don’t buy you that many clothes, shoes and toys.