Nine years ago, my daughter’s dad and I split. That was the last time my son saw me with a man. Honestly, probably the last time my whole family seen me with one lol.
I am very intentional about keeping my dating life private. I do not believe in bringing different men around my family or my kids. That has always been important to me.
My son is approaching thirteen and curiosity has officially entered the chat. He is asking questions like who has been in our house and where did the flowers come from.
Today, while laying in bed, he came into my room and asked me who my Valentine was. I told him no one, just my kids.
He grabbed the bear I was holding by its arm and asked who I got it from. Then he asked if I had a boyfriend.
I panicked, snatched the bear back, and told him to get out. I said it was a gift from my friend. Because why are kids so nosy? Lol
Later, I overheard him and my daughter whispering about me having a boyfriend. Neither of them sounded happy about it. The funny part is that this boyfriend does not exist at all. But I figured if they think I have one, maybe it will make things easier when the time actually comes for me to have one and introduce him lol.
But do I even want to.
Sometimes I feel like I am raising the kids from the movie Are We There Yet? They seem ready to cause mayhem at the thought of me bringing anyone around.
And honestly, that made me laugh. Because as much as I joke about it, I know they are just protective. They have only ever known me as Mom. Not someone’s girlfriend. Not someone’s partner. Just theirs.
By the end of the day, they both decided they should be my Valentines. Case closed.
I did not receive anything from my broke valentines, but spent the entire day loving on them, feeding them, listening to them, and being present. And that felt like more than enough.
I will always be their Valentine, and they will always be my two little Valentines.
Love ya, BYE! ❤️
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