I was 16 when I got my first boyfriend. After final approval from my Mexican-born father, of course. At 21? I met and started dating The Husband. There were a few random boys in between. But the point is, I was kind of a late bloomer in the romance department.
My daughter, however, is making me look like an utter spinster.
You see, she's dating an older man.
She's known him for two years (read: since she was 18 months old.) So I can't complain about her jumping into things too fast. And neither I nor The Boyfriend's mom can complain about them not being open and honest about their relationship. He did, after all, make it official by declaring her his girlfriend on the bus ride home from our field trip to the apple orchard a few weeks ago. Right in front of both of us.
She responded by reaching up and holding his face in her hands in a moment so sweet that the bus actually quieted until The Boyfriend looked away. I think he was slightly embarrassed.
Which is understandable.
The Husband and I are totally okay with this whole thing. All play dates are chaperoned, after all. So really, it's all good.
Now...ask me if I'm okay with her dating...
When she is a teenager.