You were a ten year old, fourth grader when you asked L to be your very first girlfriend. I didn’t really know what to think of that when I got the news, but the thought of “another woman” in my angel son’s life was hard on your momma!
A year and a half of fun and it was over because she moved to a different school. You said, “we never get to see each other” and that you “wanted to be able to see her more than just on Valentine’s Day to exchange gifts.” I’ll hold dear to my heart the memory of you wanting to talk to me before breaking up with her. Thank you for coming to me for advice. Thank you for trusting me. That conversation was everything! The tears on your face and the pain in your quivering voice was almost so much for me, that I second guessed my children EVER having boyfriends/girlfriends again! I had to hold back my tears! The fact that you weren’t upset for the reason you decided to break up with her, but that you were sad because this would make her sad, put your tender heart right out on display. I secretly celebrated having a son that would care so much about another person’s feelings. That is an amazing quality to have! I was so proud.
After your recent “first breakup,” I decided to strike up a conversation about your type of girl and see what would happen. A couple of months had gone by so I figured it wasn’t too tender of a subject to bring up. You’re so cute with an attitude of complete annoyance… Like, “Really Mom? Why do I have to talk to you about this?”