He Kissed A Girl And He Liked It
- Wednesday, 10 March 2010 20:44
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"Just to tell you, I got kissed tonight, but that's all I'm gonna say about it," he announced as he climbed into the car. Into his booster seat, because, at 10, he is still too short not to need one. "Really?" I said, my voice higher than I intended it to be. "Who was it?" I ventured a guess since I only knew the name of one girl from his acting program.
"No, and I told you, that's all I'm going to say about it. It's private."
And so it begins.
The flag has now officially been planted in the landscape of our mother/son relationship.
His life is going to be more and more his, and less and less mine.
Oh hell no, I'm not going down without a fight.
"You know you can tell me anything," I said casually.
"I know." he responded.
I know. But nothing more. The words just hung there.
Meaning: "I know I can tell you anything, but tough noogies for you old lady, I'm not going to. Not her name. Not the location of the kiss. Not the conversation leading up to and following it. Not the nature of the kiss. I will not divulge if it was an 'awwww, you're so adorable let me peck you on the cheek' kind of kiss or an 'I know I'm an older woman of 12, worldlier than you, but I am madly drawn to your diminutive size and brilliant mind. Kiss me, you fool.' kind of kiss. And I most certainly will not give you any clue as to whether or not it did anything to my 'boy parts,' or whether we're planning a Spring or Summer wedding."
Now I am quite sure we cut the umbilical cord on the day of his birth, cuz, like I was there, but why does it feel like it's been cut again?