Sorry for the vent.

One of my littles keeps acting like he's an adult. I know none of us were ever really kids, we always had to think like adults, but honestly it makes me feel terrible. I don't want him to have to act grown up. I want him to be a kid. I want him to go back to drawing animals and asking me to buy him plushies and doing mazes and watching cartoons. I don't want him to ask me for math books and write to-do lists and worry about the rest of 'us' and try to watch the news.

It breaks my heart when I think about it too much. I want all parts of me to be okay. I want the little parts of me to have whatever shreds of a childhood I can make for them. I don't want him to try to be an adult. That's my job.

Again, sorry for the vent.