My Sweet Boy

After I picked The Boy up from school yesterday, this is a conversation we had while in the car on the way home:

TB: "I know who I'm going to marry."
ME: "Oh really? Who?"
TB: "Well, I know who I am going to marry, but boys can't marry boys can they?"
ME: "As long as you love someone and want to be with them forever, you can marry whoever you want."
TB: "Oh, well then I want to marry K. I like him. And I love him. So I'm going to marry him."
ME: "Ok, well it's good to know that you know that already."

As you can imagine this story brought up several reactions in me. The first was, my goodness my boy is sweet! The second was, I kind of hope he doesn’t tell K this as I’m not sure how he would react and I really don’t want my Boy to lose a friend. And admittedly, the third was a little bit of motherly relief. Relief that if this little snippet of conversation was a sign of things to come that I wouldn’t have to deal with skanky girls following my blue-eyed Boy home. And yes, I know that boys can be skanky and catty as well. But he’s my first born and as a mom, I guess I’d rather deal with boys in muscle shirts than girls in micro-mini’s.

I probably should have dealt with the whole thing better. But I wasn’t sure how to tackle the whole idea of him not sharing this idea with K. I mean how do you tell the sweetest boy that he should just keep all his love to himself? Doesn’t that sound just a little bit cruel?

But I do worry about him and his sweetness. I’ve always worried about him and his sweetness. Ever since he would go up to other kids on the playground and say “My am The Boy. Please you play with me?” And the other kids would laugh and run away. He doesn’t understand cruelty. And I don’t want him to. But how do I protect him from something he doesn’t know when it comes looking for him?