My ten year old daughter has a love life, or so she tells me. Yesterday she came to me and said she needed to talk...about her "love life". I was drinking my coffee and almost choked. It is moments like this when I wish my children had a "Tivo" setting. I really wanted to pause, laugh my head off, and then turn her back on with a serious face. Fortunately I had a mouth full of coffee and had to devote my energy to swallowing with a straight face.
Apparently the drama began at the beginning of the year when it was announced that there would be a fifth grade dance at the end of the year. There is a little boy in her fifth grade class that has been in all her classes since first grade and she "likes him". I believe there have been notes and friends going back and forth between the two to determine if the feeling was mutual and if he would agree to be a "couple" at the dance. Heavy drama. The latest update, according to Hannah, is that he ran up to her during recess and said "yes" and then ran off to play with his friends.
I cannot complain with her choice, he is a nice boy, no tattoos or piercings. He gets good grades and is on the safety patrol with her. He also has won the science fair for the past three years at the school. Not bad, eh? I can only hope her tastes do not change as she gets older ( please G-d, do not let her bring home the high school dropout with the tongue piercing!). So now we have the added drama of what to wear to the dance.
Now I really want that Tivo button. I want to rewind and watch her as a baby and see her dancing to the Wiggles. I want to fast forward through this conversation and tuck her into bed with her blankie and favorite stuffed animal. I have an odd feeling this will not be the last conversation about her "love life". If this is how stressful it is for me at ten, I am afraid to think about how I will be when she is 16. My darling husband jokes about getting a gun...and some land out in the Everglades. At least I think he is joking. His standard response these days when I talk about our girls growing up is "I don't want to hear it!" Poor daddy.
So now Hannah is going on about a dress she saw in a store window, she has asked me if she could get her nails done before the dance. She is already discussing how she will wear her hair ( should it be up or down?). I take a sip of my coffee and listen to her, all the while wondering if this poor little boy really knows what he got himself into when he said "yes" during recess!