So the Polynesian Princess had a friend over yesterday afternoon. This friend is a boy. This fact in and of itself doesn’t really mean anything and shouldn’t even be relevant. But let’s take into consideration the following points:
- Polynesian Princess announces to me weeks ago that “H is my boyfriend, Mum – he’s a good boy”.
- Yesterday morning she said “Mum, my heart was beating real fast because H is coming over today”
- They emerged from the classroom holding hands.
When I look at all of this, then I think we’re dealing with a little crush. But she’s only five. Is this normal at this age? And does it even matter?
There is a part of me that does worry that she's taking an interest in boys a little early. And there's the other part of me that tells me to chill out and relax. She's only five and so what if her friend happens to be a boy - this is all very innocent! Right?
When I picked them both up from school yesterday the first thing I noticed was the hand-holding. They looked so ridiculously happy - it was just the cutest thing. They held hands all the way to the car, and they just chatted away happily. It was only once we were in the car and there was lots of whispering and giggling going on (and a very dramatic "don't tell my MUM!" from my daughter) that I allowed a stray thought float through my mind: “is this a date?” - “am I on my daughter’s first date?!”
Ridiculous to think, and I know that it’s not. But seriously. If you added 20 years to both of them, they were acting EXACTLY like I would have on a date!
They had such a great time together yesterday afternoon. The hysterical laughing coming from the trampoline was such a delight to hear. They both screamed and shouted “yeah!” when I announced that H would be staying for dinner. I love it. I love the enthusiasm and happiness children exude. And I was so happy to watch them on their first playdate.
The following was what I wrote to finish off my post - because I actually wrote this yesterday, while H was over:
I’m not going to look too hard into this. I’m going to let Polynesian Princess enjoy this time and not push my interpretation of things onto her. So breathe Mama…all will be well.
And the following is actually the end of my post because there were developments after I hit "save":
During dinner, they both announced that they wanted to have a sleepover sometime soon. Before I could answer, H started listing off his pending calendar appointments, ticking them off on his fingers. “Well, I’m going away this week, and then we’re doing something that week, buuuut you could just talk to my Mum”. Polynesian Princess in her excitement started yelling out "you could sleep in MY bed!".
Right. Uh Huh.
And now I’m back to “breathe Mama…all will be well”….