Independent Ezra
He didn’t want to hold my had down the steps from house as we went outside. He didn’t want to hold my hand while crossing the street. He didn’t want any help getting his push/ride dump truck unstuck from grass when he went off roading. He resisted my gentle push to keep him going when crossing an easement to a store’s parking lot. He didn’t want me to stand right next to him while we watched cars. He was happy to let me carry him back to the house, but wanted to climb the stairs by himself once we arrived home.