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My Daughter’s First Kiss
“Mom, guess what?” she exclaims as she hops into the front seat, and I can’t help but feel a twinge of nostalgia at how grown up she is.
“What is it?” I reply, turning the key in the ignition without much thought.
“I just had my first kiss!”
Wait, what?
Okay, she’s nearly 13, which is the same age I was when I had my first kiss. I remember it vividly: my basement, Loverboy blaring from the yellow boom box while we roller skated on the cool concrete floor. Out of breath, I flopped down on the carpet, laughing, and when he sat beside me, our knees brushed together. My heart raced as he leaned in and pressed his lips against mine. Those few seconds were a chaotic blend of excitement and a bit of queasiness.
I kept that moment to myself. I didn’t even share it with my best friend for days. I felt torn—did I like it, or was I embarrassed? Was I now one of those seventh graders with feathered hair and Dr. Scholl’s sandals who kissed all the time? Did I need to swap my Lip Smackers for Kissing Potion? I had so many feelings to process, so I tucked that sweet secret away in my heart, relishing it quietly.
But my daughter? She’s a different breed. Before I can say anything, she’s typing away on her phone, probably sending a group text because why tell just one friend when you can share your news with the whole world in seconds? I want to tell her to savor the moment just a bit longer, but let’s be real—I’m just as hooked on instant sharing.
The urge to connect, especially as a teenager, has been around forever. But not everything needs to be broadcasted—not to hundreds of online friends, not to even one close pal, and definitely not to me. I want her to understand that some experiences are best kept close to the heart, to revel in the emotions of her first kiss—the sweetness, the surprise, maybe even a little cringe—without the noise of social commentary. I want her to own her story before letting it out into the world. Once it’s out there, you can’t take it back.
I glance at her, her long caramel locks draped over one shoulder, her face lit up by the glow of her screen.
“Wow, your first kiss! That’s pretty major,” I say, trying to keep my cool.
“Yeah,” she replies, a shy smile creeping across her face.
I’m dying to know all the details: Was it a peck or something more? A crush or just a chance encounter? A game of Spin the Bottle or a secret moment? I want to grab her hands and say, “Please, spill everything!”
Instead, I shift the car into reverse. “Just remember, I’m always here if you want to talk about anything,” I offer. “Or not.”
“Yeah, I know, Mom,” she says, glancing at her phone one last time before switching it off and staring out into the night sky.
We drive home in a comfortable silence, both of us wrapped up in our own little secrets.
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In summary, my daughter’s first kiss is a milestone that evokes memories of my own youth while also highlighting the differences in how we process and share experiences today. While I cherished my secret, she’s eager to share her news with the world. It’s a reminder of the importance of owning our stories before they become public.