Being a single mum and trying to still get out and date people has been a challenge at times. Not that Noah has ever been the overclingy type of kid that didn't want me dating , like Rachel Weis' son in About a Boy ("She doesn't love him, She only loves me!") but he certainly wasn't looking for a replacement father either. Well, except for that one time when he was 2 and ran to answer the door to my date and called him "Daddy". I have never seen anyone hightail it away from me as quickly as that guy! Although it could have been his reaction to my bookcase which was filled with true crime novels and biographies of serial killers.
Noah went through a stage every Christmas, sitting on Santa's knee and asking him to get me a boyfriend. I am not sure if his discovery that Santa may not be real was due to him growing up or Santa not coming through with the goods on that request!
As he got a little older, he seemed to get a good understanding on exactly how bad my taste in men was and would deliberately put himself in between me and the next possible dating disaster. Whether it was seating himself between us on the couch or demanding my attention 100% if I had a gentleman caller, he became my own personal midget chaperone. I am so thankful now of this intervention when I think of the deadbeats I was willing to waste my time on.
The first time (and only time) he actively tried to get me a date he was four years old. I was in my garden when a taxi pulled up. Apparently, Noah had hit speed dial to the taxi company. His reason? He thought the taxi driver might be able to catch up with the cool guy he saw on a skateboard the day prior that he thought should be my boyfriend. This was around the same time that he decided he was a superhero. Everyday he would dress up as a different superhero. One day he would be a ninja turtle, the next Batman. He would become Superman and then decide on a mix of costumes all put together. It made every day exciting not knowing which character he would chose to be each day. His amazing imagination at this time is how explain that he thought the taxi would catch the skater dude!
When Noah became a teenager he became a little bit cheekier. I was seeing the Doc for quite awhile and Noah loved to make fun of him. He was pretty easy to make fun of. Lovely guy, but such a geek! Doc liked to think he was joking around with him, but it was more often than not that Noah shut him down with one sentence. An example of this was when Doc picked me up one night to take me to see a band. As we were leaving he turned to Noah and says "Behave yourself now kiddo", points his finger and laughs. Noah just rolled his eyes and says "I think YOU are the one that better behave yourself. Have my mother home by midnight" and closed the door.
These days, we have a good understanding. He is starting to date as well and we quite often lament on our mutual singledom. We have been known do the happy dance if one of us actually gets to the first date stage and share icecream and watch chick flicks when it doesn't work out.
When it comes down to it Noah is and always will be the number one guy in my life.
Gotta love that!
Noah went through a stage every Christmas, sitting on Santa's knee and asking him to get me a boyfriend. I am not sure if his discovery that Santa may not be real was due to him growing up or Santa not coming through with the goods on that request!
As he got a little older, he seemed to get a good understanding on exactly how bad my taste in men was and would deliberately put himself in between me and the next possible dating disaster. Whether it was seating himself between us on the couch or demanding my attention 100% if I had a gentleman caller, he became my own personal midget chaperone. I am so thankful now of this intervention when I think of the deadbeats I was willing to waste my time on.
The first time (and only time) he actively tried to get me a date he was four years old. I was in my garden when a taxi pulled up. Apparently, Noah had hit speed dial to the taxi company. His reason? He thought the taxi driver might be able to catch up with the cool guy he saw on a skateboard the day prior that he thought should be my boyfriend. This was around the same time that he decided he was a superhero. Everyday he would dress up as a different superhero. One day he would be a ninja turtle, the next Batman. He would become Superman and then decide on a mix of costumes all put together. It made every day exciting not knowing which character he would chose to be each day. His amazing imagination at this time is how explain that he thought the taxi would catch the skater dude!
When Noah became a teenager he became a little bit cheekier. I was seeing the Doc for quite awhile and Noah loved to make fun of him. He was pretty easy to make fun of. Lovely guy, but such a geek! Doc liked to think he was joking around with him, but it was more often than not that Noah shut him down with one sentence. An example of this was when Doc picked me up one night to take me to see a band. As we were leaving he turned to Noah and says "Behave yourself now kiddo", points his finger and laughs. Noah just rolled his eyes and says "I think YOU are the one that better behave yourself. Have my mother home by midnight" and closed the door.
These days, we have a good understanding. He is starting to date as well and we quite often lament on our mutual singledom. We have been known do the happy dance if one of us actually gets to the first date stage and share icecream and watch chick flicks when it doesn't work out.
When it comes down to it Noah is and always will be the number one guy in my life.
Gotta love that!
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