My...I Meant Our..Okay, Bregon's First Date
Today was the big day. In preparation for his very first date, Bregon had very quietly showered with the extra smelly-good guy-soap and made sure that I knew that he had enough money by giving me back all the extra money from the original bit I had sent for him to buy his dance tickets.
In middle-school 'tween-ese, he was really saying, "Mom, I might need some more money to buy pizza, cokes and nachos for us at the dance." Of course, in my over-bearing know-it-all Mommie state, I had already made sure that I had $10 in ones counted out and set aside just for the big day.
I think I was more nervous about all of this than he was. He was up at the crack of dawn to get ready for school. None of that prodding and having to wake him up a few times today and certainly no running late, even though the dance wouldn't start until the end of the school day.
I had nightmares of Bregon doing anything he could to try and stay home from school today to try and avoid the dance. The image of him in my dream involved him running into my room and striking this super-hero pose, brandishing a wizard's wand made for his fifth birthday from a real tree by his Auntie Kathey, with a silly Zorro style mask around his eyes, and wearing his favourite grey flannel bathrobe.
I distinctly remember chiding him for being well enough to play yet sick enough to stay home from school to miss the dance. Of course, when I woke up I immediately realized that it was all just a dream as the scent of his cologne wafted in waves into my room through the air vent.
Bregon seemed calm, cool, and appeared to have himself quite together. Of course, this mission has only been about a year in the planning in both he & his date's little minds. He had already had plenty of time to be nervous and had long since gotten over it.
I spent my day fretting and worrying for him. I clock-watched, wondering if he would forget and ride the bus home like he used to last year when he would forget his doctor's appointments sometimes. 3:30 came and went, and Bregon never came knocking at my door.
He had planned this out, executed everything perfectly, and had landed this date by the second day of school. He remembered to buy the tickets even though his date very sweetly reminded him just in case (he had already had the tickets to show her at this point) and had set out to have the perfect day.
I don't know what to do. I don't know what to say. My baby is all grown up and quite the gentleman. I, on the other hand, am obviously just NOT ready for all of this!
In a show of support, I made sure that I had the triplets all loaded up and ready to go and pick him up by 4:15. I knew that if I was late, he would run the risk of getting into trouble and not be able to attend the next dance, so I made sure that I was on time.
By 4:20, I was sitting in a very long and dangerous line on Line Avenue waiting to turn on to the street that is designated for the pick-up line. I must have stayed in that line a good 30 minutes. We got lucky, and nobody got into trouble.
I tried to be very sneaky once I picked him up and attempted to get him to talk all about the dance. Of course he is 12 1/2 and has kept basically mum about all the gory details!
I did notice that he had run a bit of water through his hair so that it would spike (he thinks he looks more like the newest Dr. Who that way) and that he was still very smelly-good when he got into the car.
I did manage to pry out of him that he did dance with her and that he had even bought her pizza and a coke. He was very surprised that they do not play slow dances at their school dances. He did admit that if he wanted to slow dance, they would have had to do so to a fast song.
He did NOT, however, ever disclose if they slow danced to the fast music or not, no matter how much I prodded. Bregon was very cute about saying how his date had admitted to him that she had had a crush on him since she had first laid eyes on him at the Fencing Sal and how she had wanted him to ask her out since early last year.
That was the end of the details, though. I am very surprised that I actually was able to get him to tell me that much. He also did say that they had discussed cheating and that he had told her that he wasn't that sort of guy. So, does this mean he is going steady?
He has plans of attending the next dance, and the dance after that. Maybe even with the same date. Oh my! I just do not know what to think or how to act anymore!
Am I really that old that my little boy has started dating? I suppose I had always known that this would be inevitable. My how he has grown into quite a young man, when it was just yesterday that....
(he would have my hide if I gave you the details!)
In middle-school 'tween-ese, he was really saying, "Mom, I might need some more money to buy pizza, cokes and nachos for us at the dance." Of course, in my over-bearing know-it-all Mommie state, I had already made sure that I had $10 in ones counted out and set aside just for the big day.
I think I was more nervous about all of this than he was. He was up at the crack of dawn to get ready for school. None of that prodding and having to wake him up a few times today and certainly no running late, even though the dance wouldn't start until the end of the school day.
I had nightmares of Bregon doing anything he could to try and stay home from school today to try and avoid the dance. The image of him in my dream involved him running into my room and striking this super-hero pose, brandishing a wizard's wand made for his fifth birthday from a real tree by his Auntie Kathey, with a silly Zorro style mask around his eyes, and wearing his favourite grey flannel bathrobe.
I distinctly remember chiding him for being well enough to play yet sick enough to stay home from school to miss the dance. Of course, when I woke up I immediately realized that it was all just a dream as the scent of his cologne wafted in waves into my room through the air vent.
Bregon seemed calm, cool, and appeared to have himself quite together. Of course, this mission has only been about a year in the planning in both he & his date's little minds. He had already had plenty of time to be nervous and had long since gotten over it.
I spent my day fretting and worrying for him. I clock-watched, wondering if he would forget and ride the bus home like he used to last year when he would forget his doctor's appointments sometimes. 3:30 came and went, and Bregon never came knocking at my door.
He had planned this out, executed everything perfectly, and had landed this date by the second day of school. He remembered to buy the tickets even though his date very sweetly reminded him just in case (he had already had the tickets to show her at this point) and had set out to have the perfect day.
I don't know what to do. I don't know what to say. My baby is all grown up and quite the gentleman. I, on the other hand, am obviously just NOT ready for all of this!
In a show of support, I made sure that I had the triplets all loaded up and ready to go and pick him up by 4:15. I knew that if I was late, he would run the risk of getting into trouble and not be able to attend the next dance, so I made sure that I was on time.
By 4:20, I was sitting in a very long and dangerous line on Line Avenue waiting to turn on to the street that is designated for the pick-up line. I must have stayed in that line a good 30 minutes. We got lucky, and nobody got into trouble.
I tried to be very sneaky once I picked him up and attempted to get him to talk all about the dance. Of course he is 12 1/2 and has kept basically mum about all the gory details!
I did notice that he had run a bit of water through his hair so that it would spike (he thinks he looks more like the newest Dr. Who that way) and that he was still very smelly-good when he got into the car.
I did manage to pry out of him that he did dance with her and that he had even bought her pizza and a coke. He was very surprised that they do not play slow dances at their school dances. He did admit that if he wanted to slow dance, they would have had to do so to a fast song.
He did NOT, however, ever disclose if they slow danced to the fast music or not, no matter how much I prodded. Bregon was very cute about saying how his date had admitted to him that she had had a crush on him since she had first laid eyes on him at the Fencing Sal and how she had wanted him to ask her out since early last year.
That was the end of the details, though. I am very surprised that I actually was able to get him to tell me that much. He also did say that they had discussed cheating and that he had told her that he wasn't that sort of guy. So, does this mean he is going steady?
He has plans of attending the next dance, and the dance after that. Maybe even with the same date. Oh my! I just do not know what to think or how to act anymore!
Am I really that old that my little boy has started dating? I suppose I had always known that this would be inevitable. My how he has grown into quite a young man, when it was just yesterday that....
(he would have my hide if I gave you the details!)
Labels: back to school, dating, first dance, growing up, tween's first date
posted by Mimi Rankin Webb at 9:26 PM
Mimi is the mother of four: a 12 1/2-year-old boy and 1-year-old triplets (two boys and one girl). She is very happily busy taking care of everyone, whether it's the triplets' multiple doctor appointments, attempting a shopping excursion or volunteering to plan her son's school renaissance festival.
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