My daughter is 14. She is dating a boy of the same age. He is very well-mannered, a nice guy.
Every Sunday, he comes to our place… and spends the entire day in her room.
I don’t want to disturb them, yet one Sunday I thought: “What if they are making their own kids there?!”
So I ran to her room, I opened the door, the lamp was dimmed, and you know what I see?
My daughter is…sitting on the floor, headphones on, completely absorbed in helping him study for his math exam.
He was beside her with a notebook open, scratching his head in frustration.
My daughter was explaining formulas with so much patience and enthusiasm that I actually froze at the door.
They were surrounded by highlighters, sticky notes, and textbooks.
A small plate of cookies I had left earlier sat barely touched because they were too focused.
When they noticed me, they looked startled. My daughter quickly removed her headphones and asked softly,
“Mom, is everything okay?”
I stood there for a moment, embarrassed by the thoughts that had rushed into my head earlier.
