Ask a silly question...

     The old adage "ask a silly question, get a silly answer" has rung true more times than I care to remember. Today, it poked it's quirky head up and smiled at me once again.  Being a mother of four, I've come to learn that you never know what a child will say. Being the mother of one girl (the oldest, thank goodness) and three boys, I've learned a lot in my nearly 13 years of being a parent. Today, my middle son made me laugh tears of joy and pleasure. Joy in seeing him happy and pleasure in witnessing his happiness.

     Kody, my 6 year old, has become fond of a classmate named Erica. She is a very pretty and sweet little girl and I've spoke on the phone to her mother occasionally. My son came home yesterday from school rather upset. Curious, I asked him what was bothering him. He said, "Erica got mad at me for talking to another girl at school and said she was breaking up with me."  *Sigh* How in the world do little boys like little girls at that age... When I was kindergarten, boys had cooties and the hardest decision I had to make was which crayon to choose and what I was going to play on first at recess.  Concerned about how our youth are growing up so fast, I listened on to his very dramatic portrayal of the day.

     Trying not to smile at his little story, I asked him what else happened. He said that Erica didn't want him talking to this other girl because she was HIS girl. Needless to say, the smile crept up and he was even more heartbroken. In my feeble attempt to ease his worries, (and secretly trying to have him do something that was sure to scare this little girl off for the sake of motherhood) I told him to do the following. "Walk up to her tomorrow and say, "Erica, you know your my girl. But I have other friends to."  He looked at me cautiously, thinking about the words I said.  I counted the seconds as they slowly passed thinking to myself, my son will not say this, he is too shy... WRONG!

     He smiled, almost giddy with laughter and said, "Thanks mom, you're the best"!  Was I?

     Today he comes home from school, and I was sweating bullets.  It would play out one of two ways... And I feared the worst.  He walked through the door and looked at me, all red cheeked from the winter cold and smiled. After the usual after-school routine with homework, snack and reading, I broke down and asked him, "Son, how did it go with Erica today?" <--- See that silly question?!?  He looked at me, smiled once more and said, "Good."  Well, me being the overly protective, nosey body that I am (because a good mom knows everything going on) I asked him to tell me about it...

     "Well, mom. I said, Erica, you know your my girl.  And she said, I love you babe"... ***GASP***  WTF?!?

     I know it's only a child's behavior to have a girl-friend who isn't really a "GIRLFRIEND"... and it would be completely silly of me to think anymore than what it really is.  I know this particular blog will not appeal to many, but for me, it was my own daily dose! And I wouldn't trade it for the world!

     Until tomorrow,
     LaVonda