Alright ladies, you all know what I’m talking about. We’ve all had one at some point in our girlfriend careers. The handsome Latin boyfriend that dotes on your every whim and makes you feel that you’re the most beautiful creature that walked this earth. The one that would quickly turn from the indulging boyfriend to the overbearing jealous green monster that rears his ugly head towards any man who dares take any of your time or attention.
Women would agree that there’s this special bond between boys and their mothers. My son is no exception. When I get dolled up for an evening out he’s the first to compliment with “Mommy you look like a pwincess!” or “Mommy I wove your dress!” He’s the first to notice when I have my nails done and the first to light-up when I walk in the door from a long day at work. Consequently, I’ve transformed into a bowl of mush and needless to say he not only has me wrapped but double knotted around his chubby little finger! However, my sweet little boy can quickly turn into a jealous little man at the first sight of competition. The war on the home front lies between the two men in my life, my husband and son. I’ve watched my son steal the last kiss as I leave for work, come cuddle with me when he senses his father getting too close, and the most recent dispute over who’s going to marry mommy has filled many of our dinner conversations. When my husband informed my three year-old son that I’m already taken, the tears in his eyes swelled up with betrayal as he shouted, “No Daddy, she’s my Mommy!” I’ve watched my son battle it out with my husband on Skype when he laid down the law about sleeping next to mommy. At times I feel as though I’m reliving my twenties, except this time the Latin jealous boyfriend has moved in!
With all of his compliments and his doting, he certainly lets me have it when he doesn’t get his way; this is a sample conversation:
Me: Son, you cannot watch anymore television
Son: Why? I want to watch TV
Me: No, it’s time for bed
Son: I don’t wove you anymore Mommy!
Me: Well I will always love you
Son: Mommy you’re not sweet, and you not bootifull and you don’t look like a pwincess!
Me: No response, I walk away
1-2 minutes pass. Storm of tears…
Son: I sorry Momma, I wove you, you are sweet and bootiful and you do look like a pwincess! Can you take me to bed?
I’ve been warned by some mothers that this will pass. I’m not looking forward to that gloomy day, but until then I will cherish these moments and hold on to them as long as he will allow me to. I love you my little Latin man!