I’m sure there are some things Out There more horrifying than witnessing my daughter’s very first Boy Band crush.
I just can’t think of any right now.
She pulls up her playlist on my iPad, scrolls to One Direction, and stares at the cover of their record (album? shut up I’m not old) while hitting play over and over and over again.
Mind you, there are worse things she could be listening to. It’s not like she’s Dropping It Like It’s Hot and slinging F-bombs around preschool.
Or I’m not trying to explain to her that LMFAO means “laugh” but the guys in the band spelled it wrong because they didn’t pay attention in school and stop wiggling your hips like that young lady!
I simply didn’t think my brain would tread this terrain yet. For goodness sake, she’s only 5 years old.
The other day, Husband asked me When did you get your boobs? The answer: 10. I got my period and my boobs the year I hit double digits. Awesome. So now I’m thinking that I’m a quick 5 years away from chasing boys away from my gorgeous pubescent daughter.
The jerks.
I spent a couple days shaking that thought out of my head, and of course catch her checking out her make-up in a mirror for about 15 minutes straight while waiting for her dance recital to begin.
God. Help. Me.
I know she can’t drive yet and doesn’t go to school full days yet and knows exactly how to push me to the brink of sanity, but at least she’s a breastless, boyfriendless, innocent kid right now who doesn’t know how gorgeous she is or have to deal with anyone else noticing, either. At least her first Boy Band crush is something made of pure, sweet, wide-eyed youthful joy, not the confused emotions of a pubescent girl.
I guess I’ll take it. One Direction takeover of my home and all.
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I don’t have an iPad or boobs and have no clue who One Direction is, so your daughter is light years ahead of me. I don’t think that’s a very comforting thought, but at this point it’s all that I’ve got, as I was obsessed with baseball players, Sylvester Stallone/Rocky and Mariah Carey growing up. It could be worse…
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I had a vision of love…and it was ALL that you’ve given to meeeeeee-eee. AAAAAhhh AH!
I didn’t get boobs till 16. So you may have time. You never know. As for One Direction, my 7-year old was playing that one song over and over and over the other day, to the point where it was annoying the crap out of both my 9-year old and me. And he’s’ a boy! My kids don’t have crushes yet, but they are into all this popular crap music (thank you very much, LMFAO) all the time!
Be honest, do you know the words and sing along? I do (as she hides her head in shame).
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I find myself singing it, then I run away and reprimand myself.
I got my period and boobs when I was ten also. I thank God every day that I don’t have daughters. Good luck, and I mean that sincerely.
Kathy recently posted..Goal Envy
I appreciate it! She makes me nervous. Ugh, raising girls. Scary stuff.
my 7 and 8 year old are still visible hormone free. although the 8 year old, almost 9, just made the transition into using deodorant.
The boy band stuff is very phase oriented. They just jumped from Big Time Rush to One Direction. Posters came down and everything. It was quite dramatic.
hang in there mom
Lance recently posted..Rebel Girl
It’s the sudden shifts that catch me off-guard that I worry about. I just want her to stay young and innocent forever, please.
Ouch. I liked a single solitary New Kids on the Block song, and otherwise couldn’t understand the fascination, even as a kid. But I remember how my ten year old Debbie Gibson obsession pained my poor mother, who understood the meaning of real rock. So far, I love the modern music my kids like (uhhh, but then, we listen to “Sexy and I Know It” together) and they enjoy the less than modern stuff I sling their way (anybody for a Yellow Submarine Marathon?)
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I love the “Golden Oldies” of the 50s, and play that in the background when the kids are home (or not). I try to play some of the modern music I like, but some of the lyrics are too old for them. Which is so annoying. Thus, One Direction. Ugh.
My step-daughters are into One Direction, and Miss almost 13 is convinced that she is going to marry one of them if he could only see just how utterly gorgeous and awesome she is (her words).
When they have One Direction on in there room I try to block it out, but from what I’ve heard all they do is covers of other boy band hits.
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I’m thinking 13 is like about 2 years too young to get married. So you should be safe.
My son loves Gotye, go figure.
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Me, too! He makes me feel drunk.
Err…Gotye does. Not your son. (That would be weird)
You Girl-Moms get your just props from me. I cannot imagine raising a daughter in this world. Boobs. Periods. Make up. And those horrid hair thingys. My boys are pretty low-maintenance.
I did have to give my son the “some kids do things that are out of character on Prom Night” talk a couple of weeks ago because Dad was out of town. But I usually get off pretty easy on the hard stuff.
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I have one of both, so I don’t get out of anything at all. Oy. But girls? Scare me. I’m really worried about doing it right by her.
ummm, i totally listen to One Direction. i actually paid for 2 of their singles on iTunes just last week. my daughter is only 3, so there’s no excuse. what can i say, i’m a sucker for catchy pop music.
LOL! Well, you’re not my kid…so I guess it’s okay.
My 5 yr old is obsessed with Justin Bieber … I’ll take One Direction, over DoucheBieber – any day.
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Is that the name of his latest album?
This is where older brothers come in – my dtr had a crush on Justin Bieber until her brother ridiculed it out of her (believe me, it was verrrry difficult to tell him to stop picking on his sister). Meanwhile, my 10yo son was in the bathroom for a loooong time the other day and my husband said her was probably doing *ahem* hormoney guy stuff in there and I had to run screaming from the house. MY BABIES!
My babies will some day think other people’s opinions mean more than mine. This HORRIFIES me. That, and the s-e-x stuff.