A son is a son till he takes him a wife, a daughter is a daughter all of her life.
~ Author Unknown
I knew it was going to come someday. Thought I was even prepared for it. Part of life and the logical progression of things and all.
I just wasn't expecting it to happen so soon. Like now. This morning.
I was thrown over by my boy child for a cute younger woman.
Baseball Saturday. We were sitting in the dugout, Will and I, chatting about swinging the bat and how we were going to keep our collective eyes on the ball when we were at the plate.
And then she arrived. Lindsey. Bubbly. Brunette. In her yellow "Rays Community Outreach" t-shirt -- she had come to the game today as a representative of the American League Champion Tampa Bay Rays. WHOOOOO!!! She sat down on the bench next to us -- a pebble had gotten in her trainers and she took her shoe off to shake it out.
"Hewhoo," said the spider, who sported the slightly toothless grin of a seven-year-old male, to the fly.
"Well hi there! What's your name?" The Object of Will's Affection took off her sunglasses to chat.
"My name is Will and I am seven years old."
He would have offered up his home phone number, address and the fact that he likes long walks on the beach if he'd been given half the chance. But it was National Anthem time and so the declaration of everlasting love would have to wait until the rocket's red glare had come and gone.
Lindsey stood up and asked Will if he was ready to play some baseball. That was all it took. He stood up, grabbed her hand and said "Let's go!" But before they could ride off into the sunset together, he turned, looked at me and said, with ominous emphasis, "BYE."
Just call me Chopped Liver. Red Headed Step Child. Wallflower.
The happy couple walked to the third base line for the anthem singing. Will's antsy pants soon got the better of him and I had to become the proverbial third wheel in order to keep the ensuing chaos down to a minimum.
As chance would have it, my future-daughter-in-law was assisting in the field on first base. In a smidge of lovely serendipity, Will's favorite Rays player is Carlos Peña. Who plays first base. Cupid's arrow really had some heat on it today.
Every time Will hit and ran to first, the charm was in full effect. Smiles. Giggles. The "aren't I cute" look.
Eventually, the attention span of the seven-year-old boy won out over the affection of the seven-year-old boy and our interest in baseball and all its charms for the day waned. I knew that It was time to go when he played right field from the relative comfort of his tuchus.
But the die had been cast. The Flirt had been unleashed. I knew he had the potential within him --but this was the first time he used his powers to charm so thoroughly. Including totally throwing me over for a babe.
I suppose it's now my turn to feel the growing pains. Part of the process. Not sure if I'm ready, but, like with most motherhood-type things, I really have no choice.