Spring is in the air. The songbirds have returned to my bird-feeder welfare state. Tulips are in blooming underneath our spring snow. The flowering trees have kicked my allergies into overdrive. We’re solidly entrenched in the season of new beginnings and hope, which is why I was not at all surprised when the other day my youngest climbed into my car after school smiling quite sheepishly, holding in his hand a folded paper note with a smiley face painted on the outside.
He was whispering rather excitedly to his brother and his brother, in turn, was whispering back. Their hushed conversation was both animated and intense. I had a good idea what was going on based on conversations we’d been having for weeks, but I waited to be included. Finally, Joe’s excitement spilled over.
“Luke got a note from Maddy,” he gushed. Then he added, “It’s depressing.”
“How is it depressing exactly?”
“It just highlights my many failed attempts with girls,” Joe said.
“How many attempts?” I asked. This was all news to me.
“Eight,” he replied instantly with complete assurity.
“Okay. Can we talk about that in a minute? This isn’t about you. It’s about Luke. Let him tell his own story,” I chided. “What’s going on, Luke?”
“Well, after school I found this note in my locker,” he replied, handing me the piece of paper.
It was your garden variety, grade-school note. With carefully chosen words, the author was attempting to ascertain Luke’s level of interest in her. The innocence of the note made me smile. Any note with a “check this box” format wins my heart every time, and this note had two different questions with corresponding boxes. Add to it the charming spelling irregularities of dyslexia and you’ve got about the sweetest correspondence ever. I handed it back to Luke.
“So, how are you going to respond?” I asked
“I’m not sure,” he said.
“I thought you like Maddy,” I replied.
“I do. I’m just nervous. What if I tell her I like her and she doesn’t like me?”
“She wouldn’t have bothered to write the note if she didn’t like you,” I told him. “Girls generally don’t bother with guys they don’t like. We try to avoid them. Trust me.”
“Well, then, I think I will answer yes to the liking her question. But I don’t know what to say about the question of if I have a girlfriend,” he said.
“Do you have a girlfriend?” I inquired knowing full well the answer.
“No, but…,” he paused.
“You are afraid to put yourself out there?” I asked.
“Kind of,” he said.
“I can tell you this. If you like her, you shouldn’t play games. Be honest.”
“Okay. I will tell her I don’t have a girlfriend then.”
“Or…or you could make a third box to check that says Not Yet. That would let her know you’re hoping she will be your girlfriend,” I suggested, digging way back into my memories of flirting protocol. “That puts the ball back in her court,” I said, “but still keeps you safe because it’s not a definitive answer.”
“Yes. I like that,” he replied with clear relief that there was a way to respond that didn’t leave him completely vulnerable.
He folded up the note, put it away, and Joe used the opportunity to begin his lamentation about his 12-year-old brother’s third success in dating while he still only had one success, way back in kindergarten, and he’s almost fourteen. It’s hard to be Joe.
I’m grateful that my sons are willing to talk to me about girls, at least thus far. The world of interpersonal relationships is a minefield. I hope to keep the lines of communication open with them as they negotiate their way through it. They know I am an old lady, but they also know I dated plenty before I married their dad. I have shared some of my stories of heartbreak, embarrassment, rejection, and shame so they know I have been there and can commiserate. It will be difficult to stand by during the tragedy of their first broken heart but, for now, I’m enjoying the check-this-box phase of newly sprung love or, in this case, like.
That made me smile 🙂 I wonder when my husband’s li’l boys (mine now, too) will start this phase. Honestly, I hope not so soon, but I am no psychic, he he…Right now, they are trying my patience daily (well, not daily starting today ’cause I’m now back at work after a two-month leave) as I try to prepare them for school this June.
Good luck with the school prep! I am going to do some homeschooling with mine over the summer months to help them catch up a bit. It will pay off. Hang in there!
I will!!!…Well, just started going to work again after my leave. Will have to do the homeschooling over the weekend. But the husband can do it while I’m gone 🙂
Oh, and HAPPY MOTHER’S DAY!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Happy Mother’s Day to you too! 😊