It seems that my teenager is flirting with the big “L.” He is in LOVE.
OMG, what the heck am I supposed to do with that juicy tidbit of information?!
Instead of spending my time telling him how he’s looking at future heartbreak and emotional ruin (because I’m a supportive and understanding mom like that), I decided to think about what I loved at 15 (going on 16).
The list is short, and it’s pretty much inclusive. When I was 16, I loved:
- My curling iron
- My pleather flats
- My mixed tapes
- My make-up
- Goofy 80’s sitcoms
- Shopping (for pleather flats)
- My hairspray
There might have been a few other things in the periphery, like, I dunno, family, pets, friends, blah, blah, blah…but pretty much it was anything I could buy at Claire’s or in the make-up aisle at Wal-Mart.
What I did not love at 16:
Why? you might ask. Well, let me tell you. It’s because I had some sort of ingrained sense of self-preservation that told me I would most likely get my heart trampled by a herd of hormonal teenage boys. That’s why.
So now I’m watching my kid. In LOVE. The ooey, gooey, mushy kind of love. The kind where they say things like, “No, you hang up first.” or “No, I love YOU more.” That kind of gaggy stuff.
And believe me, no amount of parental bribery or distraction will sway him from this path. I have tried explaining that he has a long, long time before he has to settle down, but he seems to think we are in some sort of Olympic falling-in-love-for-time event, and let me tell you, if that were the case, I think we would have a clear winner.
So for now, I’ll just sit back and listen to the ooey, gooey, mushy stuff and try not to act all mom-like. But seriously…EWWW.