I just remembered this story tonight. Years ago, my mom was giving me a hard time about when I could bring home a “nice boy” and I apologized to her that I would most likely never bring home a “boy” to meet them. I told her that whoever I end up with will be a man. And he’d be older. Not necessarily older than me, but if he’s younger, I won’t meet him until he’s old enough and a man enough to meet me.
Sometimes I wonder if saying that made her cry in private that night.
Yeah, that thought makes me feel bad, but there’s nothing I can do. I didn’t even date boys when I was a young girl. It would hardly be appropriate for me to start now.