My baby is such a hoot.
I fell asleep Saturday night with the usual 5 or 6 teens sprawled around my living room.
I was awakened about midnight by Caitlin crawling in bed with me. (this has not happened in quite a while)
"Mama" breathless whisper.
"What?" instantly on Mama-alert.
"Billy kissed me."
"ooh"me squealing like a girl.
So we got up and put the coffee on.
All the gang went for a walk. Caitlin had told everyone she wanted her first kiss to be in the rain.
Desiree observes, "Caitlin, it's raining"
She threw her shoes at Desiree and planted a big one right on him.
"But", she said,"I really didn't know how, so he took over then"
I just love it,the innocence,the excitement.
I wonder how people rob themselves and their kids of this, by turning them into their enemies.
Why do some parents want them to talk, to walk, to read, to ride their bikes, then try to put the brakes on when they get to be teens & need them the most?
Swing high now, baby, while I'm still here to catch you.