I took Brooklyn swimming yesterday. She's learned a new move we call "the hammer." She holds her hands together, raises them above her head and very quickly slams her hands into the water and the water goes flying. Her face lights up as she awaits your reaction. She has become very talented at splashing not only me and her, but other kids as well, but most of them didn't seem to mind.
As we made it to the edge of the pool - where she loves to hold on and hang kicking her legs, talking, all the while trying to get a taste of the chlorine water - a little boy approaches us. Brooklyn being very fond of other kids, always wanting to get her hands on them reaches out for this little boy. He gets excited and reaches out for her too, but instead of touching her arm or hand, he grabs her face. Now, this isn't a mean grab, but a very delicate one - one that you only see in movies before a big kiss. My immediate reaction was to pull Brooklyn back a little. I don't want this boy making a move on my lil' girl! He looks at me and says "This is the most beautiful baby girl I have ever seen!" I say "Thank you" but I immediately begin looking around for his father, mother, someone that is watching him. I finally see a man that is watching the kids' interaction, nodding and smiling. Soon, the little boy's friend comes and sweeps him off to go dive for quarters on another end of the pool. The man comes over to me and says "I'm just his Grandad. I had no idea that he loved babies this much!" I'm thinking, great, what am I going to do if this 5 year-old boy tries to kiss her again!?!
Brooklyn and I head to the very shallow (1 foot) part of the pool where she can play with this red steering wheel that is low enough for her to be able to hold onto and stand up in the pool like a big girl. Before long, I feel a touch on my arm, and Lil' Casanova is back and this time he is calling himself "her boyfriend." He goes for her face again. She gets excited, starts squealing and moving her head toward his. She does this when she gets excited, and she loves to chew on your shoulder, face, neck whatever she can get in her mouth. But, I can see the look in his eyes, and he thinks she wants a kiss so he puckers up. I pull her back and say, "No kissing!" She then notices that he is wearing a pair of goggles on his head, and she reaches for him again, and it starts all over. Finally his friend comes to get him again, and Lil' Casanova tries to get his friend interested in the baby, but his friend just wants to go dive for quarters, so they take off. Finally, the lifeguards blow the whistle signalling time for adult swim, so we get out, get dried off and head to the locker room.
On the way home, I call Daddy and tell him the story. His response: "I don't want to hear that! She's too young to be having boyfriends and to start kissing." I couldn't agree more!
Tuesday, July 25, 2006
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Oh my! We still have those moments, and I find myself in a quandry. While I seriously don't want Devyn to be thinking about boys in "that" way and I dread the thought of her growing up, I also have to remind myself that at this age, its all innocence and fun. Devyn is going to react to boys, based on my reactions. So, if I encourage her to have friendly relationships with boys, I'm encouraging a healthy attitude that boys can be great friends... and nothing more!! =) But my heart is right there with you Mama!
ReplyDeleteMy goodness, that's crazy! I found your blog through a link on another and just wanted to tell you how much I enjoyed your story! What a little sweetheart Brooklyn must be.
ReplyDeleteI LUV LUV LUV the name "Brooklyn"!!!
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