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Her First Date

Published March 19, 2017 by lynn k scott

Yesterday was a big day in the life of my daughter.  In addition to it being opening weekend for the movie, “Beauty and the Beast” (which I highly recommend seeing), it was also the day my daughter had her first “date”.

You might be wondering why I would put “date” in quotation marks.  Well, it’s simple, really.  My daughter and her “boyfriend” are both 11 years old.  Yes, you read the correctly; 11 years old.

No this isn’t the days of yesteryear, no I’m not accepting her dowry just yet, so let me explain.  My daughter, better known as “the lil miss”, on social media, has known this boy for several years and they are friends.   Just a couple weeks ago, he got the nerve to ask her to be his “girlfriend”, via note.  She accepted.

Part of the reason, we, the parents are indulging this a bit more, is because, her boyfriend’s family will be PCSing (military move), across the country, in a few months’ time.  While they will keep in touch, we know not much will progress further than this “date”.

The other mom and I, who are also friends, always joked, they would be each other’s first date and they would go to the movies.  Little did we know, her son would get the courage to admit he liked my daughter, and that my daughter would reciprocate the same for him.

Seeing as they are moving, which is breaking my heart at losing another friend, I asked if they had planned on seeing Beauty and the Beast; as I was planning on taking my daughter.  We agreed that would be a good idea and give us more time to spend together before the impending move made it more difficult to have free time.

We agreed to meet for lunch, because her boyfriend originally wanted to take her out for a steak dinner.  His mom talked him into pizza.  Good thing too.  One, it’s too pricey for this type of first date and two, my daughter doesn’t like steak.  lol

Both families arrived at the pizza place.  The boy presented my daughter with a single, long-stemmed, red rose, with a yellow ribbon and a small teddy bear.  He told my daughter, he got her a rose because that’s the type of flower in the movie they would be seeing.  Insert *AWE* right here.  The young couple sat at their own table, while both sets of parents and his sister sat and had their lunch two tables away.       20170318_191547.jpg

Lunch finished and we all drove to the theater.  Let me tell you, when they anticipated, “Beauty and the Beast” being a huge hit, they weren’t wrong.  All I can say is, “Thank you, Fandango”!  We arrived over an hour early and it was still packed.  My daughter’s date was given some money so he could purchase their concession items by himself.  Luckily, I was there to give an alternative drink option to the requested slushie, as the machine was out of order.

The kids sat by themselves and the rest of the families sat together.  It was cute.  They had their space, but not even hand-holding occurred.  Everyone had a great time and some memories were made.

While I believe 11 is a bit young to date, there are dating rights of passages that inevitably will come.  We, the parents, are teaching our respective children what to expect on this highly chaperoned “date”: thoughtfulness, courtesy and respect topping the list.

After it was over, my daughter and I discussed the day.  I let her know, that while she wouldn’t be doing much of this anytime soon; esp. after they move, that this was they way she should expect to be treated for all her dates.

In a world where are kids are growing up so fast, I am more than willing to do a bit of hand-holding and overseeing certain areas of my daughter’s growth.  I don’t want her to be naive, but proper exposure is a good thing.

Her first boyfriend

Published March 10, 2017 by lynn k scott

Yesterday, my daughter and I stopped by my friend’s house for a little visit after work.  Our lives will forever be changed after what transpired there.

My friend is an Air Force veteran, and her husband is still active duty Air Force.  In a few short months, they will PCS clear across the country.  I will deeply miss my friend, but onto what happened.

They have a son, just six months older than my daughter.  They met several years ago and their friendship has grown.  Her son recently “discovered” and able to admit, he likes my daughter.  This past Tuesday, he wrote her a letter, and last night, he gave it to her.  Both of them were smiling ear-to-ear.  She had to circle ‘yes’ or ‘no’ to something he had asked her…

“Do you want to be my girlfriend?”

Today his mom posted this on Facebook, as it’s a pretty special thing for us parents too; our children’s first crush (and with each other):

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Last night a sweet, scared, boy gave this beautiful girl a note and she checked “girlfriend.” Her mom and I have known for years that this day would come, but sat back and waited for them to figure it out. We will go as a group to see Beauty and the Beast, and let them sit in front of us and spend time together. I am so sad that we will have to leave this family. But I am glad that she is his first “real girlfriend.” It seems like yesterday that they were sitting on the swings playing with chickens. It has been great to watch this sweet friendship bloom into something more.

Where did the time go that she is old enough to have a crush on someone?  My baby is growing up.  This will be her first time dealing with a PCSing family.  She is a bit used to not having her Army brother around, but she hasn’t lost a close friend to a move yet.

Emails have been exchanged and phone calls are doable.  If her brother moves back to his first house in a couple years, we’ll be able to visit him and our friends at the same time, as they will be in the same state.

Life brings so many special people into our lives.  Some touch our hearts more than others.  She’ll always remember the first boy who asked her to be his girlfriend.

A Sandwich Inspired by Mom

Published August 9, 2016 by lynn k scott

I would venture to say that food is one of the most important things in our lives (besides for nutrition) that bind us to family, other people and cultures.  We grow up eating a variety of food, mostly influenced by our parents and then we develop our own likes and dislikes and venture further into the culinary journey that helps make us who we are.

My mom was a decent baker, but horrible cook.  When I say horrible, she would admit it, especially after one of our dogs refused her meal.  Seriously!  The dog snubbed his nose at human food.  It was pretty funny at the time and still makes me smile some 30+ years later.  That being said, she did introduce to me to one sandwich, that even to this day, I will still make from time to time.

I will preface the sandwich that I have always been a bit odd when it comes to unique sandwich combos.  Then having spent 25% of my life as vegetarian, can’t believe I can actually even state that figure…but I digress, I ate this sandwich then too.

Ok, here it is…and don’t knock it til ya tried it:  olive and cream cheese sandwich.  It’s relatively easy.  Take your favorite olives, or combination thereof, and dice ’em up.  Add the olives to softened cream cheese and mix.  Now, you can stop there and make a sandwich straight away.

OR…..

Get creative…add a bit of lettuce or perhaps alpha sprouts.  Top with a tomato and then the olive spread.  Perhaps you want to use a hoagie roll or toast your bread of choice?  I’m in California…add an avocado…we put that on everything.  I would post a picture, but I ate my sandwich before snapping a picture.  Sorry, it was just that good!

When all is said and done, it’s a sandwich from my childhood.  It’s a memory of my mom.  It’s one of my comfort foods.

Goodbye, Calvin

Published January 12, 2016 by lynn k scott

My sister and I loved Calvin and Hobbes when we were growing up.  I think my sister could relate to him a bit more because she could have been the female version of this unique, trouble-finding, imaginative, creative child.  I know she had my mother at her wits-end more times than I could count.

Every time I read the following Calvin story, I my eyes seem to leak.  It’s too personal, I suppose.  Calvin grew up and left just like my sister did.  The care-free days of childhood antics behind us when we became adults.  I, like Hobbes, was able to say one final good-bye.

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“Calvin? Calvin, sweetheart?”
In the darkness Calvin heard the sound of Susie, his wife of fifty-three years. Calvin struggled to open his eyes. God, he was so tired and it took so much strength. Slowly, light replaced the darkness, and soon vision followed. At the foot of his bed stood his wife. Calvin wet his dry lips and spoke hoarsely, “Did… did you…. find him?”
“Yes dear,” Susie said smiling sadly, “He was in the attic.”
Susie reached into her big purse and brought out a soft, old, orange tiger doll. Calvin could not help but laugh. It had been so long. Too long.
“I washed him for you,” Susie said, her voice cracking a little as she laid the stuffed tiger next to her husband.
“Thank you, Susie.” Calvin said.
A few moments passed as Calvin just laid on his hospital bed, his head turned to the side, staring at the old toy with nostalgia.
“Dear,” Calvin said finally. “Would you mind leaving me alone with Hobbes for a while? I would like to catch up with him.”
“All right,” Susie said. “I’ll get something to eat in the cafeteria. I’ll be back soon.”
Susie kissed her husband on the forehead and turned to leave. With sudden but gentle strength Calvin stopped her. Lovingly he pulled his wife in and gave her a passionate kiss on the lips. “I love you,” he said.
“And I love you,” said Susie.
Susie turned and left. Calvin saw tears streaming from her face as she went out the door.
Calvin then turned to face his oldest and dearest friend. “Hello Hobbes. It’s been a long time hasn’t it old pal?”
Hobbes was no longer a stuffed doll but the big furry old tiger Calvin had always remembered. “It sure has, Calvin.” said Hobbes.
“You… haven’t changed a bit.” Calvin smiled.
“You’ve changed a lot.” Hobbes said sadly.
Calvin laughed, “Really? I haven’t noticed at all.”
There was a long pause. The sound of a clock ticking away the seconds rang throughout the sterile hospital room.
“So… you married Susie Derkins.” Hobbes said, finally smiling. “I knew you always like her.”
“Shut up!” Calvin said, his smile bigger than ever.
“Tell me everything I missed. I’d love to hear what you’ve been up to!” Hobbes said, excited.
And so Calvin told him everything. He told him about how he and Susie fell in love in high school and had married after graduating from college, about his three kids and four grandkids, how he turned Spaceman Spiff into one of the most popular sci-fi novels of the decade, and so on. After he told Hobbes all this there was another pregnant pause.
“You know… I visited you in the attic a bunch of times.” Calvin said.
“I know.”
“But I couldn’t see you. All I saw was a stuffed animal.” Calvin voice was breaking and tears of regret started welling up in his eyes.
“You grew up old buddy.” said Hobbes.
Calvin broke down and sobbed, hugging his best friend. “I’m so sorry! I’m so sorry I broke my promise! I promised I wouldn’t grow up and that we’d be together forever!!”
Hobbes stroke the Calvin’s hair, or what little was left of it. “But you didn’t.”
“What do you mean?”
“We were always together… in our dreams.”
“We were?”
“We were.”
“Hobbes?”
“Yeah, old buddy?”
“I’m so glad I got to see you like this… one last time…”
“Me too, Calvin. Me too.”
“Sweetheart?” Susie voice came from outside the door.
“Yes dear?” Calvin replied.
“Can I come in?” Susie asked.
“Just a minute.”
Calvin turned to face Hobbes one last time. “Goodbye Hobbes. Thanks… for everything…”
“No, thank you Calvin.” Hobbes said.
Calvin turned back to the door and said, “You can come in now.”
Susie came in and said, “Look who’s come to visit you.”
Calvin’s children and grandchildren followed Susie into Calvin’s room. The youngest grandchild ran past the rest of them and hugged Calvin in a hard, excited hug. “Grandpa!!” screamed the child in delight.
“Francis!” cried Calvin’s daughter, “Be gentle with your grandfather.”
Calvin’s daughter turned to her dad. “I’m sorry, Daddy. Francis never seems to behave these days. He just runs around making a mess and coming up with strange stories.”
Calvin laughed and said, “Well now! That sound just like me when I was his age.”
Calvin and his family chatted some more until a nurse said, “Sorry, but visiting hours are almost up.”
Calvin’s beloved family said good bye and promised to visit tommorrow. As they turned to leave Calvin said, “Francis. Come here for a second.”
Francis came over to his grandfather’s side, “What is it Gramps?”
Calvin reached over to the stuffed tiger on his bedside and and held him out shakily to his grandson, who looked exactly as he did so many years ago. “This is Hobbes. He was my best friend when I was your age. I want you to have him.”
“He’s just a stuffed tiger.” Francis said, eyebrows raised.
Calvin laughed, “Well, let me tell you a secret.”
Francis leaned closer to Calvin. Calvin whispered, “If you catch him in a tiger trap using a tuna sandwich as bait he will turn into a real tiger.”
Francis gasped in delighted awe. Calvin continued, “Not only that he will be your best friend forever.”
“Wow! Thanks grandpa!” Francis said, hugging his grandpa tightly again.
“Francis! We need to go now!” Calvin’s daughter called.
“Okay!” Francis shouted back.
“Take good care of him.” Calvin said.
“I will.” Francis said before running off after the rest of the family.
Calvin laid on his back and stared at the ceiling. The time to go was close. He could feel it in his soul. Calvin tried to remember a quote he read in a book once. It said something about death being the next great adventure or something like that. He eyelids grew heavy and his breathing slowed. As he went deeper into his final sleep he heard Hobbes, as if he was right next to him at his bedside. “I’ll take care of him, Calvin…”
Calvin took his first step toward one more adventure and breathed his last with a grin on his face.

{originally found on Reddit and was posted by samuraitiger19}

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