There are moments when you breath a small sigh of relief and know that, thank God, you got it just right. Tonight I had one of them.
Jeffrey and I are the kind of parents whose mantra (if we had one) would be, "Let them be little." Sloane has only just now been allowed to watch a few PG movies, and then only those we've previewed and approved. We don't buy teen magazines and don't watch movies that feature teenagers in love. We think childhood is already way too brief and if we aren't careful, the world will push Sloane to grow up way too fast. Our comments to Sloane on the idea of boyfriends has always been along the lines of, there will be plenty of time for that later.
Isn't it funny the way that later always arrives when you least expect it?
Sloane came to me a little bit ago and said, "Mommy, Lauren said I should tell you something."Yup. Later comes quicker all the time.
"What is it, baby?"
"I have a crush on _____." (Insert the name of the cowboy who rocks the tennis shoes here.)
"Oh," with a smile. "That's alright. You know that don't you?"
"Yeah, I know. Lauren just said it was more fun if your Mom knows."
"I'm glad you told me. Know what? I'm pretty sure he has a crush on you, too."
At that moment, she had as beautiful a smile as I have ever seen. I said, "It's nice when it happens like that, isn't it? It feels good."
Sloane gives a vigorous nod, a mysterious smile, and then a really BIG hug, "I love you, Mommy."
"I love you, too, baby."