I was a late bloomer.
I was awkward and shy which translates to DORK. Particularly around guys.
Most of my friends kissed boys WAY before I did. I had made up a couple stories, which I stuck by for years, just to sound “cool”. The one that I remember is, when I was in 6th grade, I kissed a boy in the bathroom at day camp and our braces locked.
I felt like I had to stick by that silly and probably not very believable story. I wanted to have a little coolness to offset my dweeb-ness.
Reality was, I had never been kissed until I was halfway through my 9th grade year. I was not quite 15.
It was a weekend retreat for the confirmation class at Temple Beth-El.
I had a HUGE crush…for years…on this guy Steve, whose last name shall remain ANONYMOUS (because I have way too many people from high school reading this blog).
Somehow, and because of how long ago this happened (yikes) we ended up in the dining hall with my BFF and another guy, while everyone else slept safely and uncomfortably in the cabins.
I officially had a REAL and TRUE story to tell my friends.
Finally…I kissed a boy. And I liked it. Although, and no offense to him, in retrospect…he was a LOUSY kisser. But still. He was cute. And he kissed me.
That didn’t mean he liked me though.
I just assumed, silly me (I was a dork AND naive) that because we made out, he would become my boyfriend. I was inexperienced and never had been used before.
It sucked. I got over it though. After all, a kiss is just a kiss. I didn’t give anything up, if you know what I mean.
Two of my kids are going into 9th grade in the Fall. Freaks me the hell out. How did this happen?
That’s the same year…the same age…that I first kissed Steve Anonymous.
In fact, my daughter is about to leave for a camp that is owned by the exact camp of that infamous dining hall that I had my first kiss.
Which is what made me remember my little true story.
And which is what made me realize that this summer, my daughter may kiss a boy for the first time.
She’s at that age. It could happen.
And that made me shudder. Because I realize what we, the parental unit, are headed for.
(We already have the obnoxious big mouths)
My daughter getting her braces locked together with a boy and his braces. While at camp.
Because, even though she isn’t my biological daughter, she still reminds me so much of me…except she is tall and skinny.
We are in deep shit.
And we still have 4 more after her.
I need a vice. Fast.
Oh I do not want to think about this. Hopefully I will be surrounded by plenty of moms that have already gone through it and can talk me down from the ledge.
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Oh MY Missy! My daughter is only 2 and my stomach turns when i think about her kissing or anything else with a boy!!! BUT we all go through it and we all come out the other side…just give her the self esteem that she needs to pick and choose who she kisses and dates…and to make good choices. I made plenty of bad ones and that’s how I learned but I hope for my daughter, and yours that these lessons come a lot easier for them:) Good luck!
Tara R. says
Been there. I still stay up at night when my College Kid is out and finally comes home. Hate to tell ya, it doesn’t get easier.
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OK, my second kiss (which I consider my first kiss (long story!)was at a Temple Israel retreat! What’s with the jewish organizations letting us sneak off and make-out?
Oh the horrors of having teens….brings back all the things you did at that age and pray they never do. So far as I know, my son hasn’t got up to any of the things that I did when I was his age (thank God) but we’ve still a long way to go. I’d like to think that our kids are much smarter than we (or at least I was) were at that age…
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We are on boyfriend No. 2 around here with the teenager. We are minutes away from having a licensed driver in our midst and junior year is fast approaching. The memories come at me like missiles. Hang on, sister. Oh, and maintain your sense of humor.
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Melisa with one S (PH) says
I caught my younger son w/ a hickie (or is it hickey?) on his neck a few wks ago. Buckle up!
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Ah…the joys of parenthood….NOT!!!
Jodie at Mummy Mayhem says
I think, if I had daughters instead of 3 sons, I’d be a little more nervous about this stuff. In fact, when pregnant with my 3rd, I had heart palpitations just thinking about the possibility of raising a daughter! But, you know, my Mum was great about me telling her anything, and I think that did two things for me:
1. I really did feel I could go to her with anything; and
2. I always took in to consideration what *she* would think if I did something
She’ll kiss and make mistakes, but so long as she has you, she’ll be fine! You, on the other hand, will never cease to stop worrying, but that’s parenthood I guess! 😉
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