Love, sorrow and getting your groove on… in retrospect it was the best way to handle a slew of bad days. If only it was me teaching the boy that and not him teaching me, then it would be perfect parenting.

Love…

It all began when he decided one morning to rush out of the house forgetting his bag and various other items that were needed for the day. This was the fault of a girl. Apparently cute and sweet and ‘just the most beautiful girl in the world’. The boy was utterly besotted.

‘Mum, I’ve gotta go… she’s just walked past..’ I caught the words while stabbing myself in the eye with the eyeliner and yelled ‘BYE! Have a great…oh you’re gone.’

On my way to the school to drop off his forgotten bag and other essentials I figured I’d have to get used to this one. The boy is nothing if not enthusiastic and just like his father, things are generally not done in half measures.

The next day was much the same except come the evening, we had a new conversation.

‘So how was your day?’ I ask

‘Rubbish,’ came the reply, ‘She dumped me.’

OH. Not good.

‘Never mind, I’m sure there will be someone else soon enough.’ I say sounding horridly motherish.

‘I don’t CARE.’ he says ‘it’s not about her dumping me, she dumped me for a total NERD!’

OH. Not good. Nothing to say to that.

Sorrow…

A couple of days later and all was forgotten as plans were made to go to the friends house for a sleepover which involved going to a skate park before hand. All was well as he went off and I decided to take the nice quiet time to catch up on stuff. However as I walked past his room my nostrils were assaulted by the unmistakable aroma of boys room, mixed with hamster.

I took the hamster out of his room, tidied up and then went to clean it out when I noticed the nibbles I put there the day before hadn’t been eaten. During the night, the boy’s pet had quietly passed away. Not my best moment.

OH. Really not good at all.

Well I broke the news to him on his return and about 15 mins after the initial reaction of ‘Oh well, that’s life’ a sobbing boy came and asked for a hug. He was pretty miserable for the rest of that day which was understandable.

Getting your groove on…

This morning he woke up and announced that oh-by-the-way he has an audition at school today and he’s going to dance. Right then. Go team!

This evening he announced that he nailed it. I asked him what he’d done exactly so he said he’d rather show me.

Suited up with a hat, white socks and the black shoes, my boy busted some serious moves Michael Jackson style complete with a very convincing moonwalk. He informs me that when he did the routine at school, he got loud applause and was surprised when a whole bunch of girls wanted to talk to him afterwards.

‘They’re stupid Mum, all they do is giggle. It’s, like, SO annoying’

Yeah, totally.

So much for the bruised ego and the broken heart… because as all boys know, nothing sorts out girl trouble faster than hanging out with mates, skating, and showing off your stuff to the adoring groupies.