My son turned 11
years old at the end of January. He’s the biggest social butterfly of the
family. He’s already into the whole girl
thing. He’s been a little Casanova since
pre-school when he was the only boy invited to a little girl’s birthday party. At the party, all the mommas kept coming up
to me and telling me how much their little beauties loved my son. Back off girlies, he’s four and still MINE!
When he was in third
grade he decided he needed to wear cologne to school to impress a little
girl. That lasted about a week and a
half. The next year he spent about two
weeks with his ear glued to the telephone with yet another little vixen trying
to take my little boy away from me.
Ambulances were
called, a defibrillator was employed, psychiatrists prescribed medications and
I am now undergoing intense psychotherapy.
I am told this therapy could last several years and may have to involve
experimental techniques not yet FDA approved.
So that is where I
put my foot down. Maybe some people will
scoff at me, but 11 is way too young to be buying jewelry for some little
trollop that is probably just going to break his heart. We compromised on
letting him get her a small heart shaped box of chocolates and a cheap ass
rose, which I’m rethinking, but it’s too late for that. I think my aforementioned medication clouded
my judgment on that.
I spent Valentine’s
Day watching the clock at work. Both
wishing I could be there to watch my son give Valentine gifts to a girl for the
first time and glad I wasn't there to see it.
The hours dragged by as I tried not to imagine how it all went for
him. My impatience to hear him tell me
about is day was almost unbearable.
The clock did
finally register home time and when I got home the first thing I asked my boy
was what happened with his girl. He says
at first she blushed. Then she thanked
him. Then he told me she said she wanted
to kiss him.
My heart is now in
a million pieces and there is a nice white jacket waiting for me as well as some
men to take me to a nice soft room.
There's no going back now... Get used to it.
ReplyDeleteLOL, your so sentimental, Angee! :-P
DeleteOh dear. Oh dear. I'm not ready for ANY of this.
ReplyDeleteHave you recovered yet?
I think I have recovered about as much as a mom can. He is at least still telling us about parts of his conversations with her.
DeleteI don't think a momma is ever ready for this stuff.
Oh I so know how you feel ! My eldest son was just the same with the girls and it was hard!
ReplyDeleteBut not as hard as it was when my youngest told me he had proposed to his girlfriend. I think I went a little crazy..it's not as if I haven't known her for a few years and that we all knew it was bound to happen, but when it did poof ! of went mama like a crazy woman..I actually kind of dread the wedding, but I may have myself psyched up by then ;/
My biggest fear is he will marry someone I don't like. I got lucky and have a great relationship with my inlaws but I am aware of how rare that is, too.
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