Katie, my seven year old daughter, has a crush on a boy.
This isn’t breaking news or anything. We moved here to Coeur d’Alene almost five years ago, and Katie has liked Thomas for most of them.
Puppy love, infatuation, crush—whatever you call it, Katie’s little amore has outlasted most Hollywood marriages and stubbornly endured through cootie calls, teasing, and the outright rejection of a little boy who is not quite comfortable with the idea of being the object of so much passionate adoration. Actually, the “little” factor doesn’t have as much to do with it as the “boy” factor—even many grown men I know would quail at receiving a document entitled “10 Reasons Why I Like Thomas Sooooooooooo Much”, with accompanying illustrations.
As Katie’s parents, we have tried to be supportive and encouraging while still attempting to temper the intensity of her adulation with reminders that it’s important to spread out your friendships, and that being constantly mooned over can be overwhelming for anyone, let alone a seven year old boy. We’ve intercepted half of her tender Thomas-bound missives, arranged play dates with new friends, and tried filling up her hours with activities she enjoys and at which she excels. Over time, her constant stream of admiration has, perhaps, abated somewhat, but her allegiance remains unchanged.
This is an artistic rendering of her and Thomas that she created just this morning:
Apt, isn’t it? While I appreciate her excellent collage technique, as well as the clever visual idiom, I don’t think I’ll pass this one on to its intended recipient quite yet. Instead, I’m going to tuck it away for safekeeping. After all, one day in the not-so-distant future, Thomas may just get around to noticing the cute girl with the beautiful red hair sitting on the other side of the classroom. And when that day finally comes, she can give him this picture as a consolation gift, right after she tells him that her heart now belongs to Daniel Radcliffe.