By Elizabeth S.
My son is in love.
It's not a crush. It really is love. He is 4 and she is a pre-school classmate. She is a beautiful brunette with glasses and she holds his happiness in the very palm of her hand. He tells me he is going to marry her.
At first, the love was unrequited. Then she caught on and (happiness!) the love was returned. Now she realizes the power she holds and has been seen to rebuke him, if only temporarily. How quickly they learn. And how heartbreaking (and endearing, and amusing) for me to hear of my son pining in the corner, waiting for his ladylove to take him back into her favor.
At a recent parent-teacher conference, I was surprised to see Hilary's name mentioned in almost all of the columns of my son's "report." His behavior and patterns appear to be dictated by his sweetheart's presence, mood, and inclinations on each particular day. In the part of the report where the teacher had asked him questions and wrote down his answers, they went something like this:
Teacher: What makes you happy?
Teacher: What makes you sad?
Teacher: What is your favorite thing to do at school?
Ethan: Play with Hilary.
You get the picture.
No doubt, this love will pass and Ethan will return to his former self. Until the next time. But I will always remember the lovely Hilary, even when Ethan is 16 and pining away over Sophie, Katie or whoever captures his heart. I'll remember Hilary even when Ethan is married and watching his own children suffering the slings and arrows of Cupid's folly.