growing up

I have NEVER wanted to grow up. I mean, I cried when I had to wear a bra for the first time. It meant I was not a kid anymore, and to me that was just about the worst thing that could possibly happen. I still try to hold on to the kid inside me because being an adult and having to face adult issues is SO not fun. Seeing people that I care about struggle through some of these adult things is not so great either. I feel helpless, because there really isn't anything I can do to stop the struggle, but I want to so bad. It breaks my heart, and I want to cry, but I know that realistically there is not a thing I can do, other than pray for them. And sometimes that feels like it is so not enough.