My kids often quote me.
Usually this works against me; however, every now and then my daughters
quote me in a way that I can feel good about.
Today Beezus proclaimed in confidence “my mom says that a healthy relationship is one
that everyone knows about. It is not supposed to be a secret". She was
talking to our next door neighbor’s son.
Quick recap of yesterday:
Beezus came in from playing with the neighbors yesterday
with a ‘secret’. She declared the existence of this secret with a glow. She
informed her father and me that this ‘secret’ was something she could not tell us
and went on to emphasize that she could NOT EVEN tell her teacher at school. She had been sworn to secrecy by our next
door neighbor’s son, Henry*.
Unfortunately for Beezus her build up was too tempting, before
my man and I could even start to come up with an interrogation strategy, her little sister came to our
rescue, “Henry asked Beezus to be his
girlfriend.” Ramona looked very proud to
have the information which was, in the moment, critical. Beezus
might not have been as... happy.
My man and I had very different reactions. I was ready to lay down the ground work for
rules to dating and he was more interested in forbidding
dating. Naturally Beezus was
immediately furious with us. She yelled that there was no way we could stop her and
began a walk, I assume we will witness a lot in her life, dramatically towards
her room.
Eventually Beezus and her dad calmed down enough that I
could talk some sense into both of them.
I told her dad not to talk, that seems easiest, since ‘sense’ is
sometimes lost on him. Then I told
Beezus it was wonderful that Henry wants to be her boyfriend. Her glow returned and she radiated pure
happiness. She said to me with a
blush and a grin “he told me I am cute mom.”
I felt great to be let in on such an important and happy memory of hers. In response I said something to this effect…
I did not think Beezus heard me. I find I can never tell when she is paying
any attention to what I am saying. So,
when I heard her telling this little boy this afternoon in our entryway that I
knew about their 'status' and that a healthy relationship was not a secret, I felt
a lot of mommy pride. I managed to, with some luck, teach her a rule to dating that so
many women need to learn and so many do not! Respect yourself and a good man will too!
Sadly, I did not stop at the great lesson last night. I
decided I may as well get it all out there, “also, no kissing, (my man
interjected with ‘no touching’). And now that I know you are dating, you are no
longer allowed to be alone with him without supervision AND if I ever catch you
sneaking out any windows at night I will taser your behind.” (The sneaking out I figure will happen in her teens, but I may as well warn her now.)
*Henry is obviously a made up name for the boy. I decided to continue with the use of names from the Ramona and Beezus collection. Still well suited for our household.
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