The first crush has come earlier than i had hoped, but should i be all that surprised?
Then today, it just so happens that my sister reminded me about my own sordid past with boys. She told me my five-year old daughter had passed on the story of kissing Elijah by putting her hands on her own face, rolling her eyes, and breathlessly spouting "I can't believe I'm telling you this," like she's already some tween who swoons at the thought of her crush.
"Like mother like daughter," my sister said, while her husband yelled from the background, "Quit kissing boys in front of your kid!" But i assure you, this single mama is most discrete.
What's even more scary is that it might really just be in her genes to do that stuff, with little prompting in my present life:
Danny White was my kindergarten crush. He had sandy-blond hair and ripped jeans and shared his name with a Dallas Cowboy. I followed him around the kindergarten, even though he made a "yuck" face every time i got too close.
Then there was Brian Hagler, my spiky-haired sixth grade boyfriend who hauled his fourth-grade brother out for a double date with my third-grade sister. (Uhhh, don't know how our parents sanctioned this...) After a movie Brian and i escaped to the apartment stairwell, where fourth-grade brother and third-grade sister caught us in the throes of our first kiss. My sister will never let me forget it.
Then there was Andre, who stole a cubic zirconium ring from his mom to give to me. When i eventually broke things off with him, he threw a kickball into my face and there had to be a parental sit-down at school.
My sis and i were laughing our heads off today about all this business, but you can see where patterns begin at a young age, that could be repeated into adulthood. So should i be doing more to ensure she doesn't get too boy crazy?
Suggestions, please. If these first mental encounters with boys are any indication, i am not much of the ideal study.