Do You Mean My Son?

I actually kept myself from saying that today when it was exactly what went through my mind. We were on the beach walking. My four sons and I together were walking along the edge of the water. The sky was blue and only an occasional puffy cloud dotted the sky. The breeze was warm. The sun was shining. The water felt cool and refreshing on our feet. We looked at Pelicans diving. It was almost perfect. I was praying that they weren’t looking at the girls clad in bikinis that barely covered their bodies when it happened. One of those girls approached us. She walked directly up to my 15 year old and spoke to him.

What sort of girl came up and spoke to him, you might wonder? Well, a blonde girl in a one of those bikinis. Not any blonde haired girl, but a very, very pretty blonde haired girl with a body that deserved to be in a bikini, if I believed that women should go around half dressed, which I don’t happen to believe that they should. Thing is, on a beach you see a lot of people in bikinis that shouldn’t be wearing them, even if you did think it okay to walk around half naked in public! LOL! You know the ones. The ones that are too wrinkled, too heavy, or have had too many children to ever be worthy of such a public display again! Well, she wasn’t one of those by any stretch of the imagination!

As a mother you know at some point your children grow up. As they hit puberty you realize this in bits and chunks. Certain body changes take place, voices deepen, and their faces don’t look like little boys any longer and … other “things” clue you in to what is going on. You realize, and you hope, someday, to be blessed with daughters in law; and in the very distant future, very distant future, grandchildren! Yet, it is always a shock when you first start taking note that the members of the opposite sex are taking interest in your children. My boy? My baby? Are you talking to my son, you?, the unbelievably attractive blonde in the bikini? Oh, no Lord! I am not ready for this! Yet, here it is anyway!

I turned and heard my son say, “ I don’t know. I think we are leaving.” Clearly he was not ready for this either!