“He always wanted to have brothers and sisters. I wanted to have other children too, but we couldn’t get pregnant for the longest time. Then, Kevin came along, just when I had almost given up hope. He means the world to me. I guess that’s why I’m a bit over protective.”
“You don’t really seem that way to me,” I said, “Kevin’s pretty self-reliant.”
“He is because I know I have to let him be, but in my heart, I still see him as my little boy and want to hold him whenever things get too tough for him. But, that would be cruel in the long run. He’d never grow up. So, I don’t interfere nearly as much as I’d like to,” she said with a sad smile.
“He’ll be fine. We’ll be fine,” I answered.
“Sure.” she said.