My son just got off the phone with the girl he was calling his girlfriend, though they'd never met. The purpose of her call was to tell him that her mother would not approve and so she must break up with him.
The first reaction I have upon hearing that is...Bullshit. If this were so, what was the big deal about having a date at the Mall with this girl and her mother; a date which I brought my son to, only to find they had not shown up. Of course, various excuses were given by the no-show-ers later on.
My son is worried that, since this girl's mother is a lesbian, maybe she just doesn't trust men with her daughter. I assured him that was probably NOT the case here. I didn't want to tell him what I really thought: This is just a typical little game-playing bitch and he should prepare himself for many more of them.
When you're just a girl growing up, you're led to believe that boys are just about one thing and that they're all untrustworthy and heartless. Then you grow up and have a son of your own and you see....you KNOW.....you RAISE a proper son whose heart is just as big, his expectations just as great, his need to be accepted just as strong, his pain just as deep as any girl's. It doesn't get much more gob-smacking than that. In fact, it's enough to make you turn your back on your whole gender entirely. I've all but done that already.
So, it's my job to be the one woman who won't hurt him....the one who'll hold him and tell him it's all right when all the OTHER women break his heart; hopefully, out there somewhere, sometime, there'll be a girl like Mom for my baby boy....however slim the odds.
