(NOTE: H, J & E all gave me specific permission - yes, I
asked - to blog about this particular topic before I put my typing
fingers to laptop ;-) )
Before H became a
teenager, I always kind of imagined that he would be willing to talk
openly with me about his dating life. I am not sure what made me
imagine such a thing about a teenage boy (maybe I watched one too many
episodes of "The Brady Bunch," where Greg talks girl trouble with his
parents...) but I just sort of thought that if I were a good enough
mother, with a good enough relationship with my adolescent son, he
would want to share these important things with me. But Greg Brady he's not; there have been no late night chats about the state of his love life over milk and cookies in our kitchen. In fact, he just turned 18 (!!!),
and in the past 6 or 7 years, he's only deigned to actually introduce
two girlfriends to me (or to anyone else in our family). Any attempt on
my part to proactively elicit specific info on any particular girl only
encouraged him to become MORE clammed up.
So I kind of
gave up, assuming that some day, should he ever decide to - let's say
- become engaged to be married or something, he will at at least send
me an invitation to the wedding. (I hope.)
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