March 28, 2008
Seven going on 17
Yesterday, the day before Big I’s official 7th birthday, she curled up on the chair with her pen and notebook and told me there was a page in there that she didn’t want me to see.
"Why not?" I asked her. She’s forever showing me something new in her notebook.
"I wrote something about this boy," she said. "I think I’m fallin’ in love with him."
Flustered, I asked her for a name. She hesitated. She really didn’t want to tell me. I knew it could only last so long though. Thirty seconds later, she volunteered that he’s a new boy in her school and he’s in her grade (Thank God).
I asked her what was so special about him and she responded, "I don’t know. There’s just something about him Mommy."
I informed her that she can’t talk about boys and in the same sentence say "Mommy." I prefer that she loses the boy talk to be quite honest. I asked her if she just meant that they were friends and she said, "Nope, I think I’m gonna marry him someday."
Did she turn seven today or 17, because I don’t think I can tell the two apart?
Happy Birthday Big I, but please stay little for just a little while longer. Please?
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This actually made me well up a little. Sniff sniff. Just not ready for those types of comments! Maybe Mr. BBM needs to have a “little talk” with this kid…I’m just saying…
Oh dear. Here it begins. Why do they have to grow up so fast?!
I remember clearly The Boy coming home and announcing that T. was his girlfriend and that they would marry soon. He’s back to his mistrust of girls and all things pink. Maybe it’s because T moved away and broke his heart.
So there’s hope yet.
I am so not ready to be the mom of a seven year old. I still see Big I as a little bundle wrapped in a pink blanket. How can she be thinking of marriage already. Happy Birthday Big I. And to you BBM, I’m glad your little girl has you to confide in.
My oldest is turning 18 on April 10th and let me tell you it was just yesterday, I swear to you it was that she was asking me, “Mom, when I grow up will I be a woman?” and then immediately asked “What will Dad be when he grows up?” (out of the mouths of babes…lol) Seriously, it goes by so fast. My baby is not a baby anymore. She is an adult. There is a country song that is on the charts right now getting alot of airplay that says something about “Just blink” and you’re six yrs old and you take a nap and when you wake up, you’re 25 and your high school sweetheart becomes your wife…don’t blink…etc…but I want to tear up everytime I hear it because now more than ever I know how true it really is. Treasure this 7th year, BBM! It really will be her 17th b-day before you know it.
Have you had that mom-daughter talk yet? You know the one where you explain how all boys have cooties and that getting within six feet of a boy can make you catch them. Thank God my mom had the good sense to share this with me at an impressionable young age. Hubby hates it when I spray him down with Lysol before he can get in bed with me, but whatcha gonna do?
Dude, dude, dude. That’s rough. Benny has had his bride picked out since he was four. he has been unwavering in his choice. I have a feeling it will be different when Sadie starts talking about that stuff though! Yikes.
Happy Birthday Big I!
I can sympathize with you on not wanting them to grow up!! They’re little one day and the next, they want to wear makeup, nail polish and go shopping!
Time for your husband to set up shop on the front porch, sitting in his rocker with his shotgun, just waiting for boys to come by.
I think Mr. BBM needs to borrow a line from Bill Engvall (I know I am going to when my girls date)
“Son, anything you do my daughter, I am going to do to you”
(may not work and I am sure she will hate me for it, but I am really thinking about it).
Happy birthday Big I (my oldest turned 7 in January so I am right there with you, no talk of marriage from her yet though).
In first grade, there was a girl who was in love with my son (they were both in 1st grade). My son was flattered and disgusted and bored: she was infatuated and unembarrassed. Everyone knew. I remember meeting one mom and introducing myself as D*’s dad. Her response: “Oh he’s the new boy that S* is in love with”. New boys to the school have a certain appeal. I encouraged D* to be nice to her. We switched schools the next year and I hear that two years later, her love is fading….