Real boys
When the show was over last night at Snug, we came out to the bar and stopped to catch up with a friend. I went to the bar to get us drinks and there were four handsome young boys at the bar – one kept saying Hey! to me, and I said you better watch yourself I’m old enough to be your mother. We all started talking and I felt like I was seeing the reality of the book I had read about boys. Here these boys were ranging in age from 22 to 26. The 22 year old the one saying Hey! a little too enthusiastically, the older one the closest to me and the most mature. He showed me a photo of his boy who is 6 years old and had hair just like Tin’s only longer. We talked about how one of them was pining for a girl who left him and took up with another man. The older boy telling him to let her go. And me reiterating that position. Mr Hey! told me he just got engaged – at 22? I said – surely you don’t need to get married now and the older one said, “I could tell when it happened. Just like it happened to me. Suddenly there is one, the only one.”
My boy is going to be like that one day – sitting around with his friends – being supported by them, being loved by them, learning from them.
They made a mama proud. When we were leaving, the boy in the middle who hadn’t said much said to me, “Don’t tell people you’re 51, you don’t look that old.” Ha!