Micah is six years old and creating works of art for a girl he likes in his grade one class, named Teagan.
I was surprised at the time and precision that went into the picture he brought to school for her today. The picture showed Teagan frolicking under an apple tree wearing a blue tutu, with the sun, birds, and clouds above her and also the words, "I Love You".
I am wondering what kind of reaction we should expect from one child's profession of love?
Will Teagan show the note to others, laughing? Will she tuck it away to keep forever? Will she drop it like a hot coal and stomp on it with her muddy boots?
Micah is quite sure the feeling is mutual and that she and many other girls his age like him "more than a friend".
Remembering back to my day. I was married quite a few times at his age, holding hands in the playground. The six year old minister was busy, with kids lined up each recess.
My first crush without a doubt, was Lucas. The jogging pant suits never bothered me.
I remember being personally hurt and fiercely defending him when others would tease me, by chanting "Luuuucassss Pukeaaaaas!
The only time my affections waned, was during story time on the carpet when I watched him pick his nose and oh no- he didn't-yes, eat it. Well that was gross.
I don't remember all the particulars of his not returning my affection. I do remember attacking his picture with a thumb tack in all of the class pictures I had at home, because he was being mean to me. Another time, literally forcing him to stand beside me, so a friend could take a picture of us. (It wasn't as charming as I thought it would be when the picture came back and visibly showed his struggle to escape from me).
Finally after years, he asked me to sit with him on the bus,for a field trip to a magic show.
I was on top of the world! Then a "will you go out with me Megan?" this was all I had dreamed of!
But then, a short time later a "my family is moving to southern Ontario."
Heart break afresh.
Well it was all for the best. I can now look back with a mixture of embarrassment for my behaviour and that of perseverence being rewarded in the end.
Now, many years later, Will and I have high hopes that our girls won't inherit my boy-craziness.
Since Heidi is more interested in books than anything else and Elora is our shyest child with a fiesty dislike of the opposite sex in her age group, so far so good for the girls.
Just maybe it's our boys we'll have to keep an eye on!