My daughter, Jan, had a crush on little Bobby Bird, who lives down the street. They attend the same school. I caught her trying to write him a letter, and I realized the seriousness of her infatuation by the copious sheets of balled up paper in the wastebasket.
I said to her, “Jan, darling, you are getting too intense, Baby! I need you to dial it back a couple of notches, okay?” Of course, as a eleven-year-old, she looked at me as if I were from outer space.
She responded, rolling her eyes for added effect, “Mother, it’s important that I say the right things, as love, you known, lasts an eternity. My friend, Jessie, told me that if a boy kisses you, he will love you from now on. So, I have to say the correct words to get Bobby Bird to kiss me.”
I looked at my beautiful girl and my heart started to hurt, mainly because I knew that I couldn’t keep her heart from being broken. So, I shut her door, letting her finish her note, for I also understood that it’s through the pains of adolescence that we often learn lessons that will profit us in the future.
Fictional story written for Tale Weaver #246 from Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie. The prompt is Eternity. Fandango prompt is School. Word of the Day is Crush. Your Daily Prompt is Copious. Daily Addictions prompt is Kiss.
Such wise words Regina thanks for your thoughts this week