No matter how much I say I want to cut the apron strings I realize that a part of me is not ready to let go of Tyler. Take his hair for instance. He’s six-years-old and until two weeks ago I was still combing his hair. He was perfectly capable of doing it himself but I was still holding on to that last remnant of his babyhood. Until school started, he wore his hair in braids and had since he was an infant. In our family we don’t cut our boys hair until they are two (don’t ask me why, … Continue reading →