Already? My first crush wasn’t until second grade (which now seems awfully young to me). "Luke" had very blond hair and even bluer eyes. At recess he gave me a plastic ring topped with a tiny plastic bird. He called it an “engagement ring” and it made me feel special. That was the extent of our romance, but years later I was hurt to discover that I wasn’t the only girl in the second grade to whom Luke had given an engagement ring. I’m not sure what I saw in Luke--I think I liked him mostly because he liked me.
What I know now is that I’m not ready for my daughter to be thinking about boys. She needs to go to college first, get a career, prove that she doesn’t need a man. . . . But I can easily picture her as a bubbly teenager wearing a pink prom dress and matching corsage. She isn’t shy, like I was, and I worry she will have plenty of dates. I worry because I know often a boy’s good looks outrank his personality when we are young. I worry because I am a mom.
Returning to the present-day, I asked my daughter why she liked this boy. I braced myself--confident she would say that he was “cute.” She surprised me, though. She didn’t mention his looks or gifts of toy rings. She only had one thing to say: “He’s nice.”
I hope you’re as wise at sixteen as you are at six!
After you’ve supervised the making of Valentines, treat yourself to a novel by Karen Lenfestey. A Sister’s Promise and What Happiness Looks Like are available as e-books or paperbacks at amazon.