My Boy has Discovered Girls

Let's flashback a simple eight months ago, shall we?  Eight months ago when 100% of my children were convinced that girls had cooties and were considered the spawn of Satan.  Eight months ago when My Big One only cared about picking up a ball in whatever sports season it was and was graduating the big 5th grade.  Sigh.  Those were the days.

Now, let's fast forward to today when now only 50% of my children are convinced that girls have cooties and are the spawn of Satan.  The other 50%?  He has discovered girls and life as I know it is over.  Which 50% am I referring to?  Well I will give you a hint.  It ain't My Little One.
 
It was all cute about 4 months ago when he sat down with me and decided he was going to ask a little girl to be his girlfriend.  I got all excited.  My baby was going to have his first little girlfriend!  We talked about how he should do it, how he was going to handle it if she said "No" and had an all around good Boy to Mama chat.  Presh.

Well that little girl said "Yes" but only lasted maybe 3 weeks.  Meh, it was fun while it lasted.  Still My Big One and his little friends constantly talked about "Who liked who?" And "Will you ask her out for me?" If one said "No" no problem!  They would just move right on down the roster until one said "Yes."  Mission completed.

About 6 weeks ago, My Big One found one he really really liked.  He asked her to be his girlfriend, she said "Yes" and the child has giggled every since.  You say her name, he giggles.  Her name shows up on his phone, he giggles.  He is now walking around in a cloud because of a gender that he would have swore a year ago needed a "Circle circle dot dot" shot.

Because of this recent development I have spent the last hour at Walmart because it is Valentine's Day Eve and he felt the need to find her the perfect card, to go with the perfect chocolates to go with the perfect Teddy Bear (holding a heart and all)  Sigh.  When did this happen?  It literally happened overnight. They told me it would.  They told me it would hit me like a ton of bricks.  I laughed and told them they were crazy, not MY boy.  I was wrong.  My apologies.  This child.  This child who will only allow me to kiss the top of his head is the same child who "Middle School slow danced" with his girl at the Valentine's Day dance.  This child who refuses to let me hold his hand in a parking lot anymore is the same child who kissed his girl on the cheek.  You know what Mama would give for a kiss on the cheek out of the blue?!  What is life?  I am looking for answers here people!  Send help.  Again, sigh.

In other news, My Little One informed me that he didn't want any other girl to be his Valentine other than his Mommy.  He then asked me to buy him a stuffed puppy dog so he could sleep with it and know I gave it to him.  I bought him ALL the stuffed puppies and reiterated once again how little girls might possibly be evil and that he should just stay mine forever to be safe.  He agreed.  There is hope.

Sigh.

God Bless Mama's Who's Little Boys Discover Girls.  And also America.