I accompanied Number 2 to his scout's meeting last week, and sat there seething.
There was this Girl. She clung to Number 2. She was holding his hand at every opportunity, stood next to him whenever they had to line up, and hugged him whenever their team won a game. While they were sitting cross-legged on the floor, she put her arm around him and leaned onto him.
My jaw dropped. I wanted to go up and poke her in the chest and say, "Hands off, he's mine!" But the fact that she was seven years old led me to holding myself back.
"It's cute," says Hubs. "His first girlfriend." It's so not cute.
Number 2 looked a mite uncomfortable with all the attention but bore it with a wane smile. They were making a Mother's Day macaroni necklace and after he completed it, he ran over to me, and strung it over my head as I bent down and he gave me a hug and a kiss.
"So there!" I thought, and looked at the girl out of the corner of my eye but she wasn't paying attention... Darn!
I wonder what I will be like when they bring home real girlfriends.
Number One is growing up too. He is going off to a scout camp for four whole days next year, which Hubs sneakily signed him up for before I could object.
He flew the coop for the first time last year for a day... it was such a milestone.
I fretted over it. I wondered how he would do with people making him cook and clean and having to sleep with people he didn't know. But he surprised us, and made us proud.
When we went to pick him up, he was busy taking down the tent. I called to him and he came over and gave me a hug. He was 'cool' but his eyes and the hug spoke volumes. They said "I miss you," and "I'm glad to see you."
He rated the experience a nine out of 10 and thanked his father for sending him to camp, and getting all the equipment for him. And here he goes again next week and next year.
From the time they take their first steps, they are learning to be independent. But thankfully they take baby steps on the path to independence or my heart wouldn't be able to take it.