Well, fellow port-swillers, you may be interested to hear that ol’ Robbo needed expend no ammunition yesterday to protect the eldest gel from her young gentlemen friends, although I must admit that she arrived home from the movies with a look on her face of a particular kind of delight that I don’t believe I’ve ever seen before.
Think I’ll keep the powder dry just in case.
I happened to be talking to a colleague about all this yesterday and to mention that the gel has been asking me questions lately about boys. The colleague was surprised that the gel would feel comfortable enough to be talking to me about this sort of thing. I, in turn, was surprised that the colleague was surprised. On thinking it over, it made me feel blessed to be that close to the gel.
And to pray that it stays that way.
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July 29, 2010 at 6:32 pm
Marvin
When my daughter was that age, I threatened to cut off the hand of the first boy who held her hand in public…
Later, when she was waiting to be picked up and taken on her first date, she was annoyed to find my Navy Sword leaning on the fireplace, the young man did understand the message.!:-})
July 29, 2010 at 6:45 pm
Diane
Am I losing my mind, or has the post title changed?
This is parenting done right – both the close relationship and the protective urges. It’s wonderful that she trusts you enough to open up and ask, and I’m willing to bet that in the back of her mind she knows you will protect her from any scumbags, with your dying breath, if need be.
How much do you want to bet that in ten or twelve years you find she is engaged to a young man much like yourself?
July 30, 2010 at 1:38 pm
Robbo
Well, thankee! Mind you, it’s not all plain sailing. There’s plenty of adolescent door-slamming and parental exasperation thrown into the mix as well.