“I saw a cute boy at the pool today.  He was wearing shorts, a hat, and a whistle necklace.  He didn’t have no shirt on.  Oh, Mommy.  He was so cute.  He has dark curly hair and skin just.like.mine.”  And I was too awe struck by this conversation to correct her grammar.

Gah.  The “b” word.  The word every parent dreads to hear.  Boy.  B.O.Y.  Honestly, I never really thought I’d be hearing it at the tender age of 5-1/2.  You all may remember the super tough time we had transitioning to the Y from the private school she has been at since the tender age of 15 months old.   Well, at the Y they spent hours a day in the pool.  A couple of hours in the morning, come in for lunch and rest time and then head back out for their afternoon swim followed by swimming lessons.  Well, the boy with the whistle necklace was a lifeguard, just in case you haven’t figured that one out yet.   For blogging sakes, we’ll just call him the boy who stole my girl’s attention and for a blinking moment she thought someone in the world was cooler than her mommy Buoy.  ‘Cause buoys float and, well, lifeguards work hard to make sure people don’t sink.

So, Olivia has noticed Buoy.  A very tan young man with the most gorgeous curls.  And I’ll admit, my daughter has good taste in her first crush.  Each day she would give me another piece of information on him.  What his name was, where he went to high school, and how old.  He is 21, as per “the girl who went to high school with him.  They graduated together, so she knows this stuff, ya’ know.  Because when you graduate with someone you know this stuff about people.  Do you think I can wear two pigtails to the Y tomorrow.  You know, like Abby on NCIS.”   I think my exact response was something along the lines of, “whoa, sister.  Back it up just a bit.”

I wasn’t quite prepared for it.  Didn’t say too much about it at first, except to share the news with a few folks.  I mainly limited it to those who share my DNA.  Okay, maybe a few more.  Since that didn’t help, I threw it out as my FB status.  Now, let me say, this was huge in O’s world.  Massive, if you will.  She took this crush very, very seriously and I never mocked her over it.  I may have shared the story, but I never once mocked her first crush.  She would say his name so dreamily.  We watched The Pacifier one weekend and she told me, “He [Vin Diesel] is cute, but he’s not nearly as cute as Buoy.”  Oy vey.

So it begins…..