An intimate conversation with my youngest son on Monday morning. It caught me off guard but nonetheless, I loved his sweetness and candor:
"Mommy, there she is!"
"Oh, she's very smart."
"I know, and beautiful too."
Huh? What did my little boy say?
I looked at J.P in disbelief; and he beamed as Emily walked by.
My boy has a crush! No! He's only eight!
"Mommy, I held out the chair for her in class."
Nice. My son is a gentleman. I taught him well.
"I even told her I liked her." That I did not teach.
"Well, this is my last year here. I'll be going to A.R's school next year."
Oh, too bad. You'll miss her.
"But honey, you're way too young to have a girlfriend."
J.P nodded his head, "I know. I only like her as a friend."
Whew! Now that's a relief.
The school bell rings, and I give him a hug and a kiss. I watch him fall in line with his classmates.
As I turn to leave, J.P calls out, "Bye Mommy, I love you!"
Yes, that's more like it. Don't forget about me. I love you too.