Posted by: Amanda | May 20, 2006

The Date

Emily has had a crush on a boy in her class all year.  Somewhere around February, they figured out that they live just a few blocks apart.  But then, he moved or lived with another parent for awhile, or something.  In the last few weeks, Emily really has been feeling the freedom of her bicycle.  While one of us is always outside, she is allowed to go to two of the three parks we can see from our porch, and often rides ahead of us to the "big park" that joins each of the neighborhoods in the middle.  Everyday, she rides her bike for 45 min – 3 hours after school.

On Monday she told me that she and Austin spoke in class about how they both play in the "big park" and maybe could both go there at the same time to play.  On Tuesday she told me that she told Austin she would be at the park in the middle of the day.  On Wednesday she begged me to be allowed to ride her bike over to where she believed Austin lives.

Her first bicycle drive by of a boys house.  At six.  (six and three quarters, if you please).  Wow.

As she stood there pondering which house was his, I pointed out that he would still be at daycare.  She told me that on Saturday she was riding her bike over here to play with Austin.  He was expecting her and would be out on his bike too.

A date.

I thought I was joking as I told my mom and Ben that Emily had made a date for herself.  I chuckled at the thought.  I thought I was putting grown up words to just two kids figuring out how to arrange their own play dates in an age where parents usually do that now.  Unlike when we were kids and the "date" was – see you outside on EVERY saturday morning at 9 am.

At 6:30 am this morning, Emily woke up (this child rarely wakes before 8 am anymore and is used to lazy saturday mornings where we don't get dressed till we decide what the day holds).  She came in and told me to get dressed.  I told her to go back to bed.  She got dressed and came back at 6:45 (she has never in her life gotten dressed that quickly, miss dawdle here).

Pink flowered Capris, Pink striped Polo, pink converse hightops that really look like the end of the school year.  You could see the pride and excitement in this mismatched outfit she thinks is very cool.  She stood in my bedroom and said – can I ride my bike?

I sleepily told her it was way too early and there is no way she is going out into the neighborhood until 10 am.  She went up to the third floor and was quiet.  Should I worry?  No, I am too tired. (The pollen count is outrageously high and I am once again sore throated and wondering if coming here was the right decision).

She re-emerges at 7:00 am with earings she wants me to put on her.  She has purple flower clips in her hair, her lavender dolphin necklace on, and a purple stretch bracelet.

Oh my.

She is excited, she is getting herself dolled up.

Can we say Date?

Oh my.

My mother reminded me last night that the summer between 1st and 2nd grade, I had my own crush on a boy who lived on the next block and we went back and forth to see each other.  Does anyone remember Greg Ruggles?  LOL.

It is almost 10 am now.  I have to go get dressed so I can sit on the porch (out in the pollen air) and watch my almost seven year old ride her bike to a boys house and see if he can come to the park to play.

I hope she doesn't get stood up.

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Responses

  1. I LOVE THIS STORY!!!!! TOO CUTE!!!! I can’t wait to hear how the “date” went!

  2. LOL – that is an adorable story. Be sure to update!

  3. Oh, my. Six and three-quarters, huh? Yikes.

    Am totally laughing about the Greg Ruggles connection. I had almost forgotten.

  4. Enter Greg Ruggles into Google. You might find him.

    http://www.google.com/search?hl=en&lr=&safe=off&q=%22greg+ruggles%22&btnG=Search

  5. Perfect pages… tnx

  6. Hi..I never google my name but for some reason I did today and your blog popped up….I also have a cousin Greg Ruggles too…not sure if I am the one you referred to or not but that is crazy stuff! I grew up in IL.

  7. That is funny! “My” Greg Ruggles was in Long Beach, California and went to high school with some of my friends, long after I lost touch with him and his family.

  8. MY GREG RUGGLES LIVE IN FRANKFORT ILLINOIS. HE GREW UP IN SOUTH BEND, INDIANA. HE IS SO PASSIONATE ABOUT LIFE THAT ANY GIRL OR WOMAN WOULD BE FOREVER REMEMBERING HIM. HOWEVER, HE IS NOT CAPABLE OF FOLLOWING HIS CALLING. MAY GOD HELP HIM TO SEE HIS PURPOSE . AMEN. LOVE ,PATTY


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