Our Life & Times

Konnor will be turning "two hands-full", as he puts it, on Thursday. My friend blogged yesterday about when to take the training wheels off of your child, so the speak, and let them go. I am struggling with this myself. You see, although it is hard for any parent to "let go", I think it is especially hard for me right now. Most parents get to raise their children from birth, and have 18 years to teach them and mold them into the people they should be, but not us. We became Konnor's foster parents when he was already 6 years old, and then we adopted him when he was 8. Therefore, we are only 4 years into being his parents, and in my mind, sort of, this makes him only 4 years old to me, even though I know he's not. Does this make sense to anyone besides myself? However, even though I try so hard to hang on to my 'little boy", he is not so little anymore. He wants to hang out with his friends at the park, he has girls calling everyday (he was even invited to the pool today by one of them, YIKES!), he does not like me to pick out his clothes anymore, and God forbid if I talk to his friends because I could embarrass him! Sometimes, I feel like we got jipped. Why didn't we get to have 18 years like everyone else, and why didn't we get to raise Konnor from birth? Would it be any easier to let him be a 10 year old if we had? I don't know.