This little girl likes boys.
And it is terrible.
I cannot remember having a crush on a boy until at least 4th grade.
I can remember this girl planning weddings in preschool.
But I knew it was more serious when she stopped telling the boys that she loves that she loves them.
She is smart and doesn't tell her friends either.
When Gwen has a crush on someone it stays in the family.
Until this week.
Gwen and Max got into a little scuffle in the 30 seconds that they have together in the carpool lane.
A take home plant was bumped....
A backpack made contact with a chubby cheek...
And then Max spotted Gwen's crush.
He started shouting, "Gwen! Why do you love *Lloyd? He doesn't even like you!"
(*Had to change his name...you never know. ;))
Of course Gwen's reaction made it obvious to everyone within earshot that what Max was spouting out couldn't possibly be anything but the truth.
He yelled similar truths a few times, Gwen scratched his cheek like a feral cat and then they finally spotted my car and it was over.
Since Max was the one bleeding from his face and crying his eyes out...it took me awhile to get the whole story.
Once it was all out, Gwen burst into tears and it was one of the most heartbreaking moments of her little teenage life so far.
I remember that feeling.
And I wanted to cry with her.
I HATE being embarrassed.
I tried to convince her that maybe "he" didn't hear him or that even if he did she could act like it wasn't true. You know....play it cool.
She started to cry harder and wailed, "He will know for sure now because of how I act!"
I thought she meant the crazy way she acted trying to get her brother to shut-up.
She said, "NO!! The way I act everyday! I'm always in his face and annoying him!"
She IS my child.
Poor little thing.
The only reason she is alive today is because my relationship with her father didn't start with me having a crush on him.
If it had....we would all have very different lives.
Because there is no way he could have looked past that train wreck.
And luckily for my three kiddos, they have the dad that they have.
He came home early that night and talked some sense into all of us.
So Gwen's teacher did not get a weird email from a coddling mother asking her to please move Gwen's seat and explaining the whole silly situation.
Gwen did not get excused from school the next day by a coddling mother who remembers all too well how embarrassing it is to be 8. (and 9,10,11,etc.)
Instead Gwen faced her problems head on.
She said a lot of desperate prayers.
And nothing happened the next day at school.
Hurray for growing up and learning embarrassing lessons.
So now let's hear your most embarrassing crush story.