Today, I celebrated Valentine’s Day with my 9 year old son
at his class party. I surprised him with a box of chocolates. We ate a couple
and they were not good at all. I hope he knows it is the thought that counts!
He was so sad the day before because the girl he liked said
she had a boyfriend already. He was in tears and claimed that his “life was
ruined”. This was his first heartbreak. I tried to comfort him. I told him he
was only 9 and there would be other girls that would love to be his boyfriend. Even
though at 9 years old, the thought of him having a girlfriend terrifies me.
We had so much fun at the party. We played many games. He made
a monstrous ice cream sundae. Loaded full of chocolate fudge, fruit, and a very
large cookie. As soon as I saw his sugar concoction I knew it was trouble. Half
way through the sundae, I heard “my belly hurts!”
He had passed out his valentine cards, gave his teacher her
chocolates, and had a few laughs with his friends. I took pictures and watched
him grow into a young man. No longer was he the little shy boy that thought
that girls had cooties. He was daydreaming of having a girlfriend. Buying a
girl a diamond ring. Wanting to marry this girl that wasn't available.
A part of me thought I was losing my baby boy. I now had a
kid that is almost a double digit in age. It seems like I have seen 10 years go
by in a short moment. I would do anything to shrink him back to that shy little
boy that called me “mommy” and snuggled up to me. I guess I will settle for him
talking to me about his girl problems.
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