So it's official. Bubba has his first broken heart. She is a young girl who lives out of state who he has never met face-to-face, but never the less he has developed a strong emotional attachment to her. Unfortunately, her father found some of their "adult" conversations and put a stop to the relationship. At 15, it's tough having a broken heart. I went into his room the other night to comfort him, using the usual Mom advise....
"Bubba, I know it's hard, and you had strong feelings for her, but time really DOES heal all wounds. The longer you don't talk to her and don't look at her pictures the easier it will get"
Bubba: "NO, she was THE ONE Mom, I just KNOW it!"
Me: "Oh, Bubba...at your age, your sisters were always sure that the person they were dating was "THE ONE" too, but I assure you, the older you get the and the more relationships you are in the more you will understand what love is."
Bubba: "But you don't understand Mom, I LOVE HER! You don't know what it's like to be in love!!"
Me, giving him "that huh? look"....thinks...OK, I have FOUR children but of course, I have NO CLUE what it's like to "be in love".
Me: "I realize you think that now, but some day you will look back and realize that I just might know what I'm talking about! I've been in love. I lost my first love when I was 17, and believe me, it HURT! I still wonder about him sometimes, still dream about him often...I get it!!
Bubba: "It's NOT the same, you will never understand"
Me: "Your sisters said that too"
Bubba: "I'm not my sisters"
Me: "Clearly!"
Five minutes later, Bubba comes into my room.
Bubba: "Do you still love him?"
Me: "Who?"
Bubba: "Your first love, from when you were 17?"
Me: "Bubba, love is not a light switch that you can turn on and off. Yes, I do still love him, very much. You don't just stop loving someone because you aren't with them."
Bubba: "I'M TELLING DAD!"
Sigh, I wish I was a rabbit. I could avoid dealing with broken hearted tattling teenagers if I was a rabbit...because I would have eaten him before he became a teenager.
In the meantime, Banana is dealing with her own little drama. She is upset with me because the dogs talk to me and not to her.
Banana sits on the couch next to Java and says, "Wanna play?" Then looks at me and asks, "What did she say?"
Me: "She didn't say anything"
Banana: "Yes, she did"
Me: "No she didn't"
Banana: "Yes she did"
Me: "No she didn't"
Banana: "Yes she did"
Me: "Ok, what did she say?"
Banana: "I don't know, she doesn't talk to me, what DID she say?"
Me: "Ok she said she doesn't want to play right now she wants to sleep"
Banana: "That's NOT her voice! You have to do it the right voice!"
Sigh....yeah, I really do wish I was a rabbit.
