Our son has met a girl at day camp whom he likes. They’ve exchanged both phone numbers and e-mail addresses, and the e-mail, at least, is flying fast and furious, if a mother may judge by the number of times I’ve asked “what are you doing?” to be told “E-mailing T.” He insists she’s “just a friend”. I suspect he doth protest too much, since he chatters about her the entire drive home from camp, and blushes every time either he or I mention her. He’s doing a lot of blushing.
She got his attention in classic early-adolescent fashion, though. She poured a bottle of water over his head. He changed clothes from the skin out (we send a change with him), but he was laughing about the drenching. That was my first clue that Something Was Up. Any time previously, he’s been thoroughly ticked by such a thing. When T. did it, he thought it was the funniest prank ever played on him.
So she’s his buddy. He’s enjoying her company a lot, and I’m enjoying listening to him chatter. And I’m very glad he’s comfortable chattering about such a thing with his mom.
Ah yes the start of the hormones. I hope everything goes well for him. Give him a hug for me.
Oh, here we go! (laugh)
Michael is not really interested yet; I think it’s not that he hasn’t noticed, or that he’s totally gay, but that he is being the sort of person who becomes an accountant; currently he is doing school and Boy Scouts. When he finishes school, he will do college. And once he has got a job, he will probably calmly and coolly assess what he wants and needs in a wife, get on Match.com, and find her.
Peter is still being ten.