{"id":525,"date":"2009-02-24T10:31:00","date_gmt":"2009-02-24T15:31:00","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/livinglovingbreathingboys.com\/?p=525"},"modified":"2009-02-24T10:31:00","modified_gmt":"2009-02-24T15:31:00","slug":"does-___-like-me-circle-one","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/livinglovingbreathingboys.com\/?p=525","title":{"rendered":"Does ___ like me? Circle one…"},"content":{"rendered":"

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Sometimes I forget I am a girl. Weird. I know. What I mean is being around boys all day, I find myself trying to think like they might or put myself in their shoes.<\/p>\n

I do this alot. So much so that I realized that often I don’t like girls. I get mad at them and their ways.<\/p>\n

Of course it is just kids being kids, but when it ends up being hurtful it causes my claws to come out.<\/p>\n

Case and point: My oldest is friends with girls. They invite him to their youth groups or text him etc. It looks like they are into him<\/span>(of course, this is cause for an increase in my heart rate). <\/p>\n

Yet really they are friends with him because they are into his<\/span> friend. They are trying to scope out information… “Does ____ like me?”<\/p>\n

Yet I wonder how my child feels. I don’t think that being used is the right term. It is a natural cycle. Yet when it happens constantly… I can’t help but wonder… how does it make him feel, really, deep down inside?<\/p>\n

Of course I am not into my 12 or 13 year old dating. A hockey mom was bragging about her 13 year old and his girlfriend. Yikes.
I want confidence for them and the realization that dating someone does not make you cooler or better.<\/p>\n

But I remember wishing for a date or steady boyfriend around this age. I remember feeling less than because I wasn’t even kissed till after high school!<\/p>\n

So can I shape their minds around this concept?<\/p>\n

Should I even care or worry?<\/p>\n

I can’t even process this as a girl… I can only feel the heart of my child…<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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