“Oh, really? Why do you feel you love her?” I tried to sound casual, too, even though inside I was screaming: LOVE? You LOVE some girl? Look here, there is no possible way she is good enough so just stop right there, mister!
“She is so beautiful. And she is nice to me. AND, I like to kiss her.” He was so serious.
“You kiss her?” My voice *may* have risen an octave. Aren’t boys supposed to still think girls have cooties?
“I like when she chases to try to kiss me. I run slow on purpose so she she can get me.” He stopped on the sidewalk and looked up at me, earnestly. “It’s romantic love.”
And I’ll be danged, he was serious.
My first thought was, What do you, a kid, know about romantic love? Then, I wondered how to describe romantic love to a boy his age which then led me to ask myself, What DO I know about romantic love, anyway?
I was at a loss.
Love is feeling pain and not caring.
You know what my next thought was? The movie The Princess Bride when the man in black says to Princess Buttercup, “Life is pain. Anyone who says otherwise is selling something.”
Romantic love, huh?
“I do not think that word means what you think it means, sweetheart.”
At which point he had a meltdown, screaming at me that he did too know what romantic love was! Truthfully? He probably has a better grasp on it than I do.
I fear my son is going to have his heart broken at a very young age.
How would you explain romantic love to a six year old boy? Tell me about your first love. How old were you? Who was your greatest love? Did you ever tell them they were your greatest love? If not, why not?