Daughter and I were texting back and forth while I was at the school board meeting last night. There was a catastrophe of sorts when the two youngest could not turn off the hose, which I had put in the pool to top it off. Many texts back and forth surrounded this calamity, until I finally told her to get Eldest from his friend's house or our lovely neighbor across the street to deal with it.
Daughter: Eldest did it. And P.S. I think I have a boyfriend!!!
Patty: Zomg! P?*
D: YES!! He texted to me that I was beautiful!! And then we texted we love each other.
P: Oh wow! Wow!**
D: I know! It's amazing!
P: Can't wait to talk to u!***
D: I know!
*Oh good God, no!
** Oh good God, please, NO!
*** Oh for the love of God, PLEASE, NO!!!
We did talk when I got home. We talked of her desire for a boyfriend at nearly any cost. "Cost," you wonder? Yeah, cost. Because she does like him. He's a very sweet kid. He's had a crush on her for a very long time. But she doesn't like like him. And bandying about "love"? Really? We talked of that, too.
She is much younger at nearly 13 than I was at 11. I am not saying that merely because OH GOD PLEASE NO! [Although, frankly, OH GOD PLEASE NO!] I am saying that because it is true. She is mired in late childhood and has barely begun, intellectually and emotionally and socially, crossing over to tween, much less teen.
Ultimately, she will break his heart or, far less likely, he will break her heart. It will not be intended, either way. But it will happen. So I will watch, from afar but also nearby, just as I watched her take those first steps nearly 12 years ago.
OH GOD PLEASE NO!
Although she does not read this blog, she does know of its existence. And she has given me permission to blog of this. Hell, if she's old enough to love, I guess she's old enough to opt-in to blog posts.