As I pull the car away from the curb in front of E2’s daycare, I hear E2’s little voice pipe up.
E2: “I’m going to marry Collin.”
This takes me by surprise. Typically I have to fish information about her days at daycare out of her, so that this came out unprompted was unusual.
Me: “Oh really? Why do you think so?”
E2: “Because he loves me.”
Me: “And how do you know he loves you? Does he treat you nicely?”
E2: “He hugs me, and holds my hand. He always sits next to me.”
Me: “I see. And how do you feel about him? You should love him too if you are going to marry him.”
E2: <with a world weary sigh> “Yes yes, of course I love him too.”
Me: “Ok. Well, you are only 4 years old, I’m just warning you that a lot can change by the time you are 18 years old. (And please wait until you are at least 18 years old to get married. Preferably at least 25.) For example, your sister when she was your age she thought for sure she and this boy named Matthew were going to get married. Now she barely remembers what he looks like.”
E2: “I’m sure!”
The next day I decide to ask her teacher about it. During drop-off I see this boy make a beeline for E2, and gives her this big hug that is prolonged into this swaying, rotating, squeeze of a hug. Both have big grins on their faces.
Me: “So…E2 told me yesterday that she wanted to marry Collin. Have they been playing together a lot?”
Teacher: <amused>”Oh my goodness. You should see them together. He is so sweet to her, and they spend quite a bit of time playing together. When E2 is grumpy as we wake her from her nap, he comes over and pats her back or strokes her hair to comfort her.”
Me: “Oh really? And what do they talk about?”
Teacher: “You know…it’s like one of those relationships where not a lot has to be said.”
Oh my sweet E2. I hope you always remember this first love of yours, how nicely he treated you, and how good you feel to be around him, because that is the way you should feel with someone you love.