For the past few months I've had the privilege of a very front row seat in the relationship of my daughter and her new boyfriend. They are young and sweet and seem to genuinely adore each other. They are both old souls indeed, and have had such an immediate rapport - a comfort, that's sometimes never found in relationships no matter how long they endure. Even the way he has fit into all of our lives - it was seamless apparently, like he's just always been a part of our family.
I say privilege because it really is that. I'm blessed, or lucky, or whatever you want to call it, enough to not be boxed out and to be included in their lives. We spend a lot of time together, my daughter and I, and I was so afraid I'd lose that too soon. But that's not the case. They seem to enjoy and appreciate my company - and choose to include me, or accompany me, or whatever it is they're doing, and we all get along quite well. So many teens turn away from their parents once they're "in love". Or hide. Or just don't know how to handle their time, becoming overwhelmed in the emotional rush that young love brings. I don't recall personally being able to balance it. I don't have a lot of memories of spending time with my parents AND a boyfriend - a few here and there, some holidays and special occasions - but not in our spare time. It was usually them or him. So for me this is new ground.
I don't know how long any of it will last - their relationship together or their relationship with me. But it's been a wonderful addition to our lives as of late and I sincerely hope it continues for a long time. And I'm so grateful to be so included. I know that will change the longer they stay together, and as they age and mature - less and less room for a third wheel, especially one that is a parent. But I'll take what I can get.
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