Ah, young love. And when I say “young,” I mean “middle school.” We’ve had a year full of said love in our household. Let’s start with my soon-to-be freshman, heretofore known as Doolittle. [This alias is hilariously clever see, because I refer to my husband as Doo. So laugh!]
We actually had no idea Doolittle had a girlfriend (his first) until the lovebirds had broken up. Our sixth-grade twins, who serve as our unpaid informants, let it spill during carpool one day. Apparently they had enjoyed a whole month of couple status before our son felt it was time to move on. “She” was devastated according to Mole No. 1. When I asked about her, Doolittle became defensive and said he didn’t want to talk about it. Ooo-kay. Whatever. But that didn’t stop me from locating the ex at one of the school’s athletic events with the help of Mole No. 2. I’m not sure what I was expecting, but she was surprisingly cute and seemingly normal. Way to go Doolittle!
A few weeks later, we learned that he was “dating” another girl, though he vehemently denied it. He did ask to stay late once to attend a volleyball game, which coincidentally “she” played in. “I just want to support my school, Mom. I don’t even know who’s on the team!” Like a good parent, I successfully suppressed the urge to mock him. Sadly, they have also called it quits and Doolittle is currently a free agent. I suppose that’s best as he heads into high school, where I don’t even want to think about what real dating will mean.
Our 11-year-old daughter is the complete opposite. She basically jumped onto our kitchen table and proclaimed to all, “I have a boyfriend!” Name, description, how they met, etc. This girl ain’t shy. Did we want to meet him? Please, won’t we meet him? Sweet mercy, child, chill out! And when my husband finally laid eyes on the poor boy (at the ice skating rink, of course), he soon discovered that he was going to have serious issues with anyone dating his girls, even a kid under 5-feet-tall with his blades. Future suitors of Wilson daughters … beware! We’ve learned from experience that Doo can and will use a shotgun on unwanted house guests.
All kidding aside, it’s been sweet to see two of our children take those first precarious steps toward love, even if it’s just of the “young” variety. Peace out.