Yesterday, we got together with some college friends of mine and their children. Among the children was Lexi - just one week younger than Ben - and now officially known as "the first girl who made out with my son". As you can see from the picture, they didn't just give each other a peck on the cheek -- they actually locked lips -- a bit shocking.
This kiss, while completely innocent and worthy of many "ahhhhs," got me to thinking of the years ahead as the mother of a son. For sons, Moms are always the first lady you love in life something that I truly treasure and I consider a gift. Also as a mother of a son, I realized that I am the number one lady in his life but after the "kiss" I thought that this distinction in life would not always be. One day my Ben will grow up and find "the love of his life" and I will become the number two lady. Thinking about it now (while I know it is many years away) - it makes me sad (and also cringe at the thought of all the girls that I will not "like so much" that he will bring into my home). Trust me, I want Ben to find a love like I found with Wally - the kind of love that brings you happiness but a love that also gets you through the rough patches. However, I'm a little selfish when it comes to Ben's love -- sometimes I want it all for myself. So until he finds the one, I plan to enjoy the honor of being my son's favorite lady in his life. And it is completely OK with me if he is forever a Mommy's boy and doesn't kiss another girl until he is 30 -- but at this rate it might just be next week. Heart breaker!