There’s a new girl on the scene, she’s a sweet one… She’s stolen the heart of my 17-year-old. Catching up over Netflix and milkshakes (but not for her – lactose intolerant), talking about anime (not a clue, I just listened) and watching him look at her made me feel like I was intruding upon something very important. How sweet it is, watching my boy so enamoured with this lovely young lady!
She seems to be a shy girl, lacking confidence, and I watch him ensuring that she has a place in our conversation, looking out for her, paving her way. He squeezes her hand and she blushes so red that I can almost feel the heat from the other side of the room… I leave them alone for a while, listening to their laughter and chatter from another room.
Later on, I take her home. After dropping her off safely, I talk to my boy as we drive back home.
“If she wants to stay over sometime, I have no problem with that, but she will need to sleep in the other room,” I say, and he nods his head.
“Thanks, Mum,” he says, “It might be easier than getting her home if we stay up late.”
I am aware of the conversation I ought to have next, and I have no wish to embarrass him, but I am his Mum.
“I know you won’t want to talk about it, but I do need to say that, if you are considering taking the next step with your young lady, please be the sensible lad I know you are. Remember that you can talk to me, and if there is anything you need, you must let me know,” I manage to get out before he turns his face away. He nods his head, and clears his throat, then starts to cough. For a second, I think I have embarrassed him too much, but then I realise he is trying not to laugh at me.
“I have a question…” he says, grinning at me, “You just said that she can stay over in the spare room, but now you’re saying that I might want to sleep with her… How is that going to work??”
I explain that, as a parent, I would not have wanted my 16-year-old daughter staying in some boy’s bed whilst out of my house, but that I am not daft enough to think that it would mean they never had the opportunity, if they wanted it (I HAVE been a teenager, you know).
“I would just rather know that you are both safe and secure than close my eyes to it and pretend it couldn’t happen. I just want to make sure that you know you can ask me for things, if you need to.”
At this, my boy cracks up. “Things?? What things do you mean?” he laughs, clearly loving the pained expression on my face, and barely able to contain his glee.
“While we’re on the subject, Mum… since you brought it up… are we going to have the whole birds and the bees talk? Will you tell me how everything works?” he asks, almost crying with laughter. So funny, my boy…
“And since she lives with her Dad, shall I tell her she can come to talk to you about it too, if she wants? She might really want to talk it over with someone sensible! Please let me tell her she can,” he laughs, until I think he may actually choke.
He’s lovely, my boy, but he can be a little git when he wants to be!