And so it begins…

Hello. Yes, I know it’s been a while. How are you all? I’ve planned loads of blogs in my head, but none of them quite made it to screen. What do you mean that’s probably a blessing in disguise? 😉

Anyway, this one will be published. I want to save this story to tell Nuggs when she’s a bit older and doesn’t remember. Where better to do that than here, with all (2 of) you lovely readers?

She’s had her first romance. Awww. She confided in me last week that she fancied a boy called Finlay (when did we lose the D from Findlay?) and wanted him to ask her out. She had even made plans to buy him a Valentine’s card* and asked me if I would write it so that he didn’t recognise her handwriting. (Yes, we had the equality talk about her not having to wait to be asked, but I think it fell on deaf ears.) Two days later, she came home beaming and excitedly announced that he’d asked her out, with a little steering from her friends. She was over the moon. She was wondering where they were going to go on their date, given that he can’t drive (yes, they are both 8) and didn’t have money to pay for anything (and yes, we had the equality talk again). But small details like that aside, she was a very happy Nuggs.

Obviously, the first question out of both mine and the Giraffe’s mouth was have you kissed him yet? Now, I know I’m a little bit out of touch with how the kids do things these days, but the answer wasn’t anywhere near what I was expecting…

No, they hadn’t kissed. Because, quite frankly, yuck. But they had both kissed a coin. The same side of the same coin, which belonged to someone else, but she was hoping to swap so that she could keep it forever. Now if that’s not romantic, I don’t know what is!

Fast forward to the very next afternoon. “He dumped me”.

Apparently Finlay wasn’t ready for this kind of commitment yet. He didn’t really like her in that way and would quite like to go back to just being friends. My poor baby had been cast aside before they’d even managed a kiss!

She managed to behave in the exact manner of a woman scorned with frightening accuracy. I have absolutely no idea where she learned this from! She has decided she doesn’t want to speak to him and would happily slap him (if it didn’t hurt him too much and she didn’t get into trouble for it).

What can a mother say to that? I have a feeling I might get some more practice at this in years to come.

*This is where I have come to realise our influence on her as parents is beginning to wane. We are completely and utterly apathetic towards Valentine’s Day. It’s a Hallmark holiday. Anyone who needs to be reminded to shower a bit of romance into their relationship has bigger problems than finding the right card. I could harp on about this for some time, but I won’t bore you. Suffice it to say the Giraffe and I don’t partake in Feb 14th festivities.