This post is for a girl googling my lovely child in 2023 in hopes to find a way to his teenage heart:
My son is turning three and a half end of this month. Not to mention graduating his first year of preschool. We are not buying him a car to celebrate completion of school year, nor will we at the end of High school. So if you are really that into him, deal with walking or riding the bus.
Today was pajama day in school, to mark the beginning of wacky week. Little J did not deem it sensible or appropriate to attend school in his night attire. In fact, his socks always match his shirt color and he loves cardigans. Just so you know, he was born preppy. Lucky for him, his family supports the look and that crisp shirt you like on him so much was probably a Christmas gift from his grandma. Which he opened with excitement even back when he was two and three. Now there is a helpful hint when you are looking to surprise him. You are welcome.
Just as we were about to get ready, he changed his mind and chose to wear pajamas after all. Because he is a team player. Judging by his love of numbers and letters, he is probably on a math or debate team. That must take up a lot of his free time. Something to consider; you will be home on Friday night, practising algebra for the Regionals. Such is a life of a High school girlfriend. If his Dad had any say, he is on a golf team too. But since he spends most of his time on the farm with me, surely he is Captain of the polo team. Again, you are welcome.
He did change his clothes as soon as we got back home, because his huge dog slobbered on his top a bit. You must understand; growing up Little J was always stuck to his smelly, wet and drooly dog. That makes it hard to deal with dirt of any kind. I suggest you keep a stain stick in your purse. Aren’t you glad I blog?
Before he went to bed, my lovely boy gave me a kiss. He always tightens his lips and misses my cheek on purpose. I understand how kissing your parents is not cool. But I had visions of girls spreading rumors he is a terrible kisser. So tonight I told him for a kiss to be proper, he must pucker up. Trust me, this is not an easy thing for a mother to do. So yes, you are very welcome.
Maybe I should share with you how funny and generous my son is. How he can surprise me with his kindness and how he is liked by all. How he always brushes his teeth and puts away his laundry. The way he lights up the room with his laughter. How helpful he can be and how independent he already is. The stories he makes up for me every day. His love of books and sandcastles. The way he runs and hops and jumps. How dignified he looks on a horse and how silly he can be at home. How full of joy he is and how much joy he brings to us all.
But I will not. Because I am his mother and I don’t really appreciate you googling him in the first place. I know the day will come and there will be girls like you loving him for the young man he will become. But right now, he is my precious child. Then again, he always will be.