Ryan came to me….”Mom, I need some help.” He was super serious. Focused.
Me — “Sure…what’s up?”
Ryan — “I’ve written a love letter to ‘you-know-who’.= and I need your advice.”
I keep my cool, I smile and say, “Why, certainly…..let me have a look.”
MY SWEET LITTLE SON IS LETTING ME PROOFREAD AND ADVISE ON HIS FIRST LOVE LETTER!!!! CAN YOU FEEEEEEL MY LOVEEEEEEEEEE POURING OUT? And…my nosiness to what it says.
(Yes…I snapped a picture…he wasn’t looking….I’m a mom, I must)
Me — “Well, let’s start with spelling her name correctly?”
Ryan — “GEEZ! THAT WOULD HAVE BEEN SOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO EMBARRASSING! She’s so smart..she would have just been horrified!”
(Yep, I agree, but I do not acknowledge…we are looking for the GOOD…not the “you messed up”)
Me — “I think you’ve left out an important detail….”
Ryan — “WHAT? I READ IT LIKE 15 MILLION TIMES!”
Me — “You don’t ever get around to asking her to be your girlfriend. Is that the goal?”
Ryan — (crickets)………………….(crickets)……………………(crickets)
“Mom, you are a genius.”
He rewrites. It’s a cute masterpiece of a 4th grade crush. He keeps in his pocket.
I wait…and ask after agonizing all day “sooooo, did you give her the note?”
Ryan — “Nah, I’ll wait for Valentine’s Day.”
Then….it’s 2/14……Me, before school, “You ready? You got the goods?”
Ryan – “READY…I have a PLAN!”
I wait….alllllllll dayyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy.
School is out!!!!! Here he is! Talking NON-STOP about the fire alarm going off and fire trucks…and NOTHING ABOUT THE NOTE.
Finally! I cannot TAKE IT, “Um, Ryan…the note?”
Ryan — “Oh, she went to Disneyworld, since we are out of school Monday and Tuesday next week, can you believe that?”
ROBBBEDDDDDD. I WAS ROBBBEEEDDDDD.
Me – “Well, that’s no good.”
Ryan – “Aw mom…there’s always next WEDNESDAY.”
I can’t keep up with the “4th Grade Days Of Our Lives”.
She better come BACK Wednesday….I need closure.
I’m very proud of him. Coming to me for advice. On a ‘serious’ subject in his world. We really have amazing conversations and talks….I’m happy to know he feels comfortable with me to share. I hope it stays this way….he feels at ease on this stuff with is mom.
Proud Hateful Joy That Needs That Girl To Come Back To School