Who doesn’t remember their first crush? I know I remember mine. I just don’t remember telling my dad about it! Not sure how he would have taken it. Which brings me to today’s story. The other morning, my son said that he got himself a little girlfriend. My first reaction was to lock him in his room till he turns 40. Instead, I planted a big smile on my face and asked; Is she a nice girl?
My 8-year-old son has a girlfriend!! What’s a mama to do?
Is she a nice girl?! Nice save mama! *pats self on the back for not completely losing it* Deep down just I wanted to cry. I didn’t. Would have, but he was heading to school, and I didn’t want to ruin his happy moment with my mommy tears. Yes, I know that I’m overly dramatic about the whole situation. He’s 8! My little man!
Not the “girlfriend” (Summer 2014)
After spurring nonsense about locking him up and doing a big ugly (fake) cry, I gave my boy a big hug and thanked him for sharing his news with me. Why? Because no matter what goes on in his life, I want him to feel comfortable enough to talk to me about it.
This is part of life. I might not be emotionally ready to deal with it, but for now, heck is that even possible? Maybe not, and that’s ok too. For now, he’s my sweet 8-year-old, that blushes when he talks about his new girlfriend. I’m ok with that.
How old were you when you had your first crush? Did you tell your parents and how did they react? I love to hear from you.
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*Disclaimer: I did get my son’s permission before writing this.