A Tribe Called Whitlock

What a crazy feeling. You know..the whole letting go thing. How can a parent be expected to have their hand in every part of their child’s life and then all of a sudden on a certain day just let go. I feel like I’m in a Flintstones cartoon…propelling my rock car down the street with my feet and then throwing them both out in front of me skidding to a reluctant stop. I know I will figure it all out. I know it is a process. We had a sweet celebration at the Cheesecake Factory with close friends and family. I love that girl so darn much. We have been through so much together. I remember when I had her at 17. Worried for her that I would not be able to be what she needed. In every step of every year I seen God’s hand move in our lives. We grew up as she grew up. Definitely a harder route…but one we would not change for the world. Every child born into the world is a new thought of God, an ever-fresh and radiant possibility.(Kate Douglas Wiggin) At 18 she is still helping us grow as we watch her grow.