WARNING, WARNING, WARNING….
Laurel has a “girl crazy” son. Now I was a bit boy crazy in my day, and yes I did start early in my obsession of boy craziness (Ok Mom quit nodding your head, just stop this is MY story) =) I liked boys beginning in 3rd grade, well if I am honest it began in first grade when I wanted to “spend the night” at my “boy” “friends” house. And for the life of me I could not understand why my mean Mom would not let me. I mean the gull (heheh).
Anyways, this is not about me. And the reason I tell you this, is so you can see the apple does not fall far from the tree.
Youngest son wanted to go to the end of the year skating party…Ok he begged his tired, weary Mom and beat her down until she said yes. So off we went, the other two older boys were “too cool for school” to be seen at the skating rink. So it was just me and youngest.
All was going well. About half way through my youngest son introduced a friend to me, “Mom her name is Jasmine.” I said, “Jasmine it is very nice to meet you, and what a beautiful name you have.” And me thinking what a sweet girl. Then they skate off to do more laps around the rink. I was currently talking to a girlfriend, when I look up and spy my Youngest son (AGE 8 PEOPLE) HOLDING HANDS with said “friend.” I did what any other Mother would do, I stopped talking walked up to the edge of the rink and said “hi guys.” They were both laughing and giggling, then they both fell (did not hurt themselves, they found it was difficult to skate and hold hands at the same time).
Suddenly the what a sweet girl, turned into I officially do not like any girl with the name Jasmine who holds hands with my 8 year old. Ok seriously I was not ugly, but my GUARD WAS UP. Thank goodness it was time to leave and I told my son to tell “his FRIEND” goodbye (I said sweetly).
As we are driving out of the staking parking lot, my son says “Mom I love Jasmine.” I took a deep breath and said, “Son you do NOT LOVE HER, you may like her but you do not LOVE her, love is a strong word, you don’t say you love someone until you think this might be one you want to marry when you are like 30 YEARS OLD!” (OK so I hammered the point maybe a little too much, but seriously I need to get into this love struck boy’s brain).
Then he asked, “Mom how do I tell her I LIKE HER A LOT” (somehow the conversation is not going as planned). I did show some control and said, “well honey it is the end of the school year (oh thank you Jesus), maybe you can give her a little card that says Have A Good Summer, YOUR FRIEND _____”.
Just the ride home from the skating rink aged me a few years, added a few more gray hairs, and has me checking the locks and caller ID more then once. GIRLS HE IS ONLY 8 YEARS OLD AND HE IS MY BABY, if you think you are getting by me anytime soon you will have another thing coming. I am a really sweet nice lady, unless you start stalking one of my sons. (oh I don’t want to hear HE was holding her hand and it takes two to tangle, people did I not mention THIS IS MY BABY!!)
Now if this was my 13 year old, the reaction would be the same. STAY AWAY UNTIL THEY ARE 30. Ok time to go take my tongue out of my cheek. Have a great Friday.
This public service announcement has been paid for by Mother’s Who Have Sons. And I am Laurel Wreath and I APPROVE THIS MESSAGE.
