My boy, Billy, seventeen and barely on the brink of manhood, is deeply immersed in his first bout of young love. If you’ve seen Billy’s eyes, you correctly guessed he has no trouble enticing the young ladies…but this one, well, I’ve never seen him nearly so smitten. It’s rather sweet, really, to see the two of them together. She’s the daughter of my best friend…the girl he’s known since fourth grade…the girl he barely noticed as anything more than my best friend’s daughter. Until one day…in a different light, a different angle, a different teen-hormone-induced glance and suddenly the two of them are head-over-heels in the land of googly-giggly.
As any young couple learning what it means to think of someone else’s needs and feelings before their own, they’ve had some troubles already. Yes, he’s messed up quite a bit. (I said he was cute, I didn’t say he was bright.) But she cares enough to help him overcome his idiocy and he cares enough to try. They’ve actually begun something rather special.
But I had to wonder, as I watch my boy who has no shortage of girls falling at his feet, what made him pick this one. Why is this girls worth fighting for.
“What do you like so much about her,” I asked. “What makes her special?”
He shrugged his shoulders, looked me dead in the eye and without hesitation said:
“She doesn’t lay down naked in front of me.”
“But I thought that’s what seventeen year old boys were looking for,” I said. “…girls who will lay down naked in front of them,”
“Mom,” he smiled and shook his head as if I was ignorant. “But we don’t want to BE with those girls.”
And maybe it’s odd, but never in the eight years this boy has been my son, have I been more proud than I was at that moment.
Now, if all those girls, who are laying down naked in front of the boys, would realize that all they really had to do to be special…was to do nothing at all.