Everyone talks about kids’ first year and how many firsts they experience. I believe that all starts over again when they become teenagers. We are experiencing a lot of “firsts” with Jaime.
A few weeks ago Jaime came up to me during p.e. and says ‘David just told me he had a crush on me. What am I suppose to do?’ Realizing that because she does not go to public school she has NEVER had a boy tell her this. Most girls get their from proclamation of love around first or second grade. So I tried to help Jaime understand that it was just a silly playground confession and she need not worry about it. Just stay away from him.
Well apparently she took it much harder than that and spent the remainder of the day on her bed in tears. David isn’t the most wholesome young man and she was just super creeped out that he even noticed her. She said she was concerned that he wouldn’t leave her alone. After much convincing she agreed that she didn’t have much to worry about and to just ignore him.
The very next week another young man at p.e. went up to Jaime and said ‘What were you and David talking about last week?’ She said ‘Nothing.’ He said ‘I’m just wondering because he’s been flirting with you all day.’ Jaime was a little embarrassed but since this particular young man (wish I could remember his name) is very nice and, according to Jaime, not creepy she spilled the beans. She told him how David had proclaimed his affection toward her and she was creeped out about it and wanted him to go away. He then said ‘I can understand why, you are the hottest chick at p.e.’
Ok so two thoughts on this…. Dang right she’s cute! and Who the heck are you calling my 12 year old a chick??
Anyway, Jaime is now no longer upset or creeped out she just thinks it’s funny.
This situation totally reminded me of my first kiss. I was an innocent young woman with no intentions of ever kissing. I was blindsided one day by some guy that I did not want to kiss me, EVER (nice friend, nothing more). I’m sure more experienced young ladies might have picked up on the signs but I did not. I ran away from him and all the way home from school. I was 15 1/2 then. When my mom came home and I was huddled on the couch crying she was really concerned about me and thought something horrid had happened. When she found out it was a kiss, she was relieved. I never did talk to that boy again and swore off kissing forever. Then Scott kissed me…. :o)
I’m glad a creepy boy turned Jaime off. Now I have to teach her that not all the “nice” boys are always so nice!!
Ahhhh, teenage years here I come!!
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