A strange weekend, my 17 year old daughter has a boyfriend, he is from Doncaster and stayed with us this weekend.
I am trying to work out how I feel about this. On the one hand I am a pretty liberal, permissive, Guardian reading parent but deep down inside I feel weirdly uncomfortable about this but I am not saying I feel like Steve Martin in Father of The Bride. I suppose it's the recognition that my baby girl is actually now a woman and moving onto independence from me, the only man who mattered in her life up to now. It helps that he is a nice lad.
Would I feel the same way if my son brought a girlfriend home? I don't know is the honest answer.
There is a twist to this story which appeals to the old romantic in me. My daughter and he met on a campsite near Biarritz about 6 years ago. Via text and MSN and latterly Bebo and Facebook they have kept in touch. Even when he joined the Navy at 16- he came up to see her before he went off to Portsmouth- they still kept in touch until earlier this year they decided to make a go of it and start a relationship. That makes me smile.
Love for life? I don't know but maybe it is.
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