Last week I was spending some time with my mum. Something I am trying to do more of. I’m actively trying to be a better daughter, but that is another post.
Since she asked, I gave her an update on my son.
He has just very recently become a little girl crazy. Well…interested for sure. The switch has been turned on. Ugh! (I’m not ready!) She was surprised, and I can’t blame her one bit. I mean really, he is only 10!
A few weeks ago he attended a community center dance for kids in grade 5 through 8. He returned a different kid. I tried looking for him, but nope…that pre-dance ten year old is missing. For good.
He announced he had a girlfriend. Let’s call her “Sarah”. Well, instead of panicking, I decided to embrace this news. And just roll with it. No great fuss. And NO mention of the birds and the bees quite yet. After all, he’s still afraid to walk down the dark hall to the bathroom by himself. So, I asked about “Sarah” and he told me as much as he knew about her. The conversation was brief.
Day two with the girlfriend…he walks into the house after school and announces they broke up. Seriously? Short attention span I guess. It turns out, he has a new girlfriend. Yikes! (Let’s call her Jill)
This time his love interest lasted a little longer. They spoke on the phone a few times. I met her parents. They went to a movie together (with her parents). They also made plans to meet each other at the next community center dance. It was charming and sweet.
The dance night was fun. I love watching him get ready to hang out with his friends. A big group of boys attend the dance together. It’s a riot listening to them prepare. This time my son has his plan to meet his girlfriend and dance together. Off they went.
When my son returned home from the dance he says “Mom, something strange happened.” I asked what it was. He explains “I had a chance to dance with other girls and I really wanted to but couldn’t because I’m dating Jill. I didn’t like how that made me feel.” I had a hard time containing my laughter, but I held it together. Three days later he announced they “broke up”.
This was the update I shared with my mum, she was so charmed by my boy and his very young love life. She said, “Oh my, you really should write about this and keep a little diary of his love stories”. She went on to explain how fun it would be for him to read in the future.
I agree.
Maybe mother does know best.
