It. Has. Begun.
They come home from school. It is like any other day. They are talking. I am standing in the kitchen. Mommy hands me a sheet of paper. I look at it.
My head starts to sweat. They are still talking, but now I can’t hear clearly. Retelling the story from the car… “Don’t laugh Mommy, it’s a love letter to Mason!” … “Does he write them to you?” … “No, but I am going to try to get him to write one!”
Now my eyes hurt. She is talking to me now. Telling me about ladybugs they have at school. I see her mouth move, but I hear different words. “I want a big wedding, Daddy!” It is like slow motion, like a car wreck.
The room is turning. I’ve made her repeat it many times in jest. “I can’t get married until I’m thirty.” She doesn’t know what it means. She doesn’t know.
Now we are outside. She is playing. With the boy next door. I can’t see, it is too bright. I only hear her laughing.
There is no spoon. There is no spoon.
That is so cute! I don’t think I started that until about 2nd grade. You better start saving now for that big wedding. We have our 4th boy on the way, looks like we have been spared giant wedding costs. So cute!!
Comment by Tracy — April 17, 2009 @ 7:15 amI am glad I am not the only one going through this. Haley started last year in preschool. Out of 18 kids, 4 of them were boys, and my daughter had two boyfriends. When she moved to KG this year, one of them is in her class, according to her they got married on the playground at some point.
I was in the school, working on the network or something, when I ran into her teacher. She was smiling from ear to ear. She relayed the story from that morning. She was going over homework from the night before (yes homework in KG, that is a different rant), and Haley comes up to her teacher as she is looking over this young man’s work. Haley’s question “How did my husband do?”.
The next 13 years are going to be fun..
Comment by Eddie — April 17, 2009 @ 8:15 pmhahahaha. awesome. you got an early bloomer on your hands there, my friend.
Comment by Brian — April 18, 2009 @ 8:49 pmOh my! Are they really that young now declaring love? Oh no! I was in the 5th grade when I first realized boys weren’t so bad. Good Luck with that!
Comment by Erin — April 19, 2009 @ 11:56 amOnly a combination of Mahatma Gandhi and Batman will be good enough for that girl.
Comment by Desperado — April 22, 2009 @ 8:56 am