Puppy love.

Last week, when picking up my 7 year old from school, I noticed that she was a little blue. (Just to clarify, her skin looked tan, but her mood was blue.) I asked her if something sad had happened at school. To my dismay, she said yes. I felt the beginning of a panic attack approaching. A mother will have a myriad of scary thoughts in a moment such as this. I asked her, as calmly as a mother about to freak out can, what had happened. She told me that she had drawn a picture for her elementary school crush, Nicholas.

Before explaining what happened next, I feel I need to explain something about my daughter. She is a true artist. She expresses herself through her art. She puts her heart and soul in to it, so anyone that is lucky enough to receive a drawing from her, should feel extremely honored and very loved.

So, upon receiving my daughter's heart felt drawing, you would think that Nicholas would feel quite priviledged. I guess, however, when you're 7, you don't appreciate things the way you do later in life. He had the nerve to tell her that he's NOT in love with her before crumbling up the drawing and throwing it in the trash.

Now, imagine me, the mother, hearing about this. I was miraculously able to refrain from sharing the typical comments about men and how insensitive they can be sometimes, and chose a different route. I gave her a pep talk and and some basic information about love, at a puppy love stage, of course.

I thought about this whole ordeal for a few days, and hoped that Nicholas hadn't left lasting scars on my daughter's fragile heart. Imagine my relief when she told me that she's in love with someone else now! She told me the best thing about this boy is that he actually LOVES girls, all the girls. UGH....