May
This morning, I awoke to find that my sweet, chubby-cheeked, freckle-faced, Harry Potter glasses-wearing first born had changed his facebook status from “single” to “in a relationship.” I hope he told the girl first.
NOT MY BAYBEEEEEE! But, I got over it for a few moments.
Then, I remembered the conversation I had with him last night at dinner.
“Mom, when you are gone next weekend, Dad said I could invite some friends from school to come over and watch a movie.”
“How big is this group?” we asked him.
“About 15 maybe.”
“15? Where are you all going to sit?”
“We can sprawl all over the floors. But, I claim the big comfy chair.”
Then his Dad asked if he planned on sharing the big, comfy chair, and I said, “well, it all depends on who he shares it with. I mean, someone pretty and soft would be okay.”
My son glanced over and made a face at me. So did his dad.
“What?” I said. “Girls have soft bits, don’t they. You wouldn’t want to share with a boy because boys are all boney.”
To which, my son, bless his heart, looked at me. Looked at me again. Raised his eyebrows, and said, “Yeah, mom, guys are boney…” SNORT!
As if I didn’t get the innuendo. I raised my eyebrows, looked right back at him and said, “especially if they are sharing a chair with a pretty girl, huh?”
After we mopped up all the coke that came spewing out of our noses, I told him to just keep it in his pants, okay? “MOM!!!!”
And, today, I wake up to that facebook status. Sigh.
Two hours later, I found myself sharing a bleacher bench with this girl at my son’s ballgame. I guess she reciprocates the crush. We talked about books. I lent her one of mine.
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That was at noon. A little later in the day, I helped him plan his arsenal of weaponry for the not-so-secret food fight that’s going down tonight at the class party after church. Club soda and whipped cream!
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On top of all this boy/girl/mad crush/teen spirit, my little girl stood up to and blessed out a bully today. Who replaced my timid, shy baby girl with this strong woman?
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Who told them they could grow up?
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2 more weeks until D-DAY!!!!!!
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Bo said:
You sound like you are very good at relating to your pubescent son about pubescent things, which I doubt is terribly common. So, congratulations. My mother really sucked at it.