Tales of a Fourth Grade Nothing

I remember 4th grade.  Not all of it.  But a lot of it.  It is the grade Ava happens to be in right now.  I can't believe she is the age that I was when...oh man.  I don't even want to go there half the time.

Fourth grade was the first time a boy called me.  I remember it distinctly because 1) we had an unlisted phone number.  How he got our number is too long of a story to tell.  Let's just say back then my parents were weird about having an unpublished number and about giving it out to anyone.  That's how persistent this boy was to get it.  And how much he liked me.  Let's just say...I did not like him...in "that" way.  Which brings me to 2) How my parents reacted to it...But, oh my parents didn't care!!!  And when I got off the phone there was HELL to pay!  First of all, "Why did you give him our number!!!????"  Which of course I did NOT cause I didn't want him calling our house any more than THEY DID!!  I'll never forget the "chat" they gave me.  Oy.  Little did they know...or maybe they did...THAT boy wasn't the one to be worried about.

Fast forward to about 2 weeks ago when the girls get home from school.  Normal stuff going on.  Then all of a sudden Laney shouts, "Oh my GOSH Ava!!!!  I have something VERY important to tell you!  Check your pocket!!!"  A boy from school had slipped his number into Ava's jacket pocket and wanted her to call him.  My life was flashing before my eyes.  "Oh YEAH!"  Ava says.  "Mom.  I have to call (let's call him) Joe (to protect the innocent) tonight.  He wanted me to."

My parents sitting me down to have a "chat" flashed before my eyes.

Not wanting to blow it out of proportion, overreact, freak out and the like or all of the above...I simply said, "Ok.  But after you get your homework done."

The whole time I was thinking about this guy (let's not say boy...that's making me feel like my mother...oy!) that I fell madly in love with when I was in 4th grade.  If you can do that...in 4th grade.  I don't know.  All I know is I liked him from 4th grade until 8th grade.  I still remember the first time I saw him.  Time stood still.  The girls and I always joke about those parts in movies when they slow the camera down and they play like "More than a Feeling" by Boston.  Laney always says, "Mom, that's how A___ looks at me!" (Referring to a boy that likes her.)  Well.  It was just like that. ;D

Insert More than a Feeling.

Not cause of that.  Anymore.

Just cause I like that song.

So I've been telling the girls about this "guy".  Well Ava whenever I can.  She's kinda weird about the whole thing.  But Laney can't get enough.  Drama queen.  You know.  She loves my stories.  I feel like a moron.  But at least if I can tell them what it was like...and that when I was their age I felt the SAME way...and they are totally NORMAL.

So later that night Ava calls up this boy...er guy...ok.  Now I see why my mom said "boy".  Heaven help me.  And she's talking to him on the phone.  And she's pacing all over the house.  And I'm freaking out.  Corey is saying NOTHING.  I'm trying to not make a big deal...but make eye contact with him...but he's not getting it.  I'm trying not to clue in Ava, or Laney...cause they are thick as thieves.  The whole time I'm thinking, "This isn't happening...to MY daughter!"  My life is flashing before me.  And I can't wait for them to go to bed so I can talk to Corey!!!

Meanwhile I'm thinking I remember what I felt like when I was in 4th grade and I'm thinking...is this the one Ava is going to like for years or is this just some weirdo passing thru for a week... ;D  And HIS mom is probably wondering the same thing.  We often forget about the other mom in this scenario. ;D  I'm also thinking...If I make this a big deal will I turn this INTO the boy that she likes for the next for years??????????

FINALLY after they are in bed I verbally attack Corey with all of these questions and more.  He doesn't have much in the way to say.

"DUDE!  It's your daughter!"

"And if we make a big deal out of it...that's exactly what it will turn into!!!!"

"But don't you feel weird...being her FATHER???"


"So...what do we DO???"

"We don't overreact.  Yet."

"Well, when then??????"

"When she's 16."

"Then you'll get out your guns?????"

"Yes.  Then."


It's been about 2 weeks.  I can tell you that for now...he seems to have been just "passing thru".  I don't think he was "the one".

I also have to say that this person I am referring to that I liked in 4th grade...I found him on facebook a couple of months ago.  You know when  you click on your friends' friends?  Anyway...complete L O S E R!  Laney is so glad I married "Dad" instead of "that guy". 😀  Yeah.  Me too.

1 Response

  1. Wendy N
    Oh my Jen! Not sure what to say! Sounds like a lot to deal with, I wish you luck. I'm not looking forward it when the time comes but so glad that I have a boy and not a girl. I just hope Michael is still open with me and talks to me about it when it does happen. I don't remember 4th grade or boys at that time...