Please note that this is a series. If you haven’t read Part One and Part Two, please click on the “My Life” page at the top and dig in!
Note: You may want to have a coffee ready. Or chardonnay. Depending on the time of day of course…
The pretty plus years soon faded and I found myself with a body that was more mature than my head. The summer before middle school, the boys started to notice. I had no idea what to do with this kind of attention.
The first week of middle school brought a seventh grade boy into my path holding a note that was folded in an origami-like fold that required me to pull the tail to reveal it’s contents. As he handed it to me, he said “This is from Cam*. He likes you.”
I nearly died.
Cam was the most popular boy in the eighth grade. Quarterback football star. Academic scholar. Girls fell at his feet.
What on earth would he want with a little girl in the sixth grade?
I opened the note and found that it was indeed from Cam. He wanted to get to know me better.
I was petrified in his presence. I literally froze and would not speak – looking back now as an adult, I realize what a complete zero personality I was.
One crisp, fall night brought the high school football game and the middle school students were always in attendance. During the entire game, Cam and I faced each other, me not talking, and him uttering once in a while “Well, gee…This is fun…” in an attempt to break the ice.
For crying out loud – I was twelve.
Then towards the end of the game, someone pushed me on to him and told us to kiss. I had no idea what to do but I followed his lead.
He was my first kiss.
We then proceeded to “go” together – whatever that meant in sixth grade. I can confidently say that the “go” together of 1986 looked very different than the “go” together of 2010 – it was not a physical relationship in the least.
But the heart. Oh how he made my heart beat.
I did eventually talk to him. He made me swoon. It was my first time experiencing these kind of emotions and I was in the clouds.
Though I didn’t understand it at the time, I was not “in love” with him but rather “in awe” of him – and the fact that he would like Miss Former Pretty Plus Size little ‘ole me.
We talked on the phone. We sent origami notes. I practiced writing my name with his last name all over my middle school folders.
Then one day I was not feeling so good and my mother insisted I go to the doctor. I rolled my eyes while applying ClairMist hairspray to my eighties ‘do and told her she was overeacting.
She insisted we go and I must say her “Mother Radar” was correct – I had a severe case of mononucleosis.
I missed a month of school.
During that month, a new, cute eighth grade girl moved in. I was out.
My heart was in pieces all around me. I was crushed.
I had my first taste of heartbreak and I was devastated.
Trust me – there is a reason why I tell you about this middle school angst. This story absolutely has something to do with Part Six, coming next week. I. PROMISE. I will not flake out again – pinkie swear.
Thanks for reading as I navigate some of the murky waters of my story. I think part of the reason why I took a little hiatus is that we are getting into the “meaty” stuff and it’s not always fun to re-hash…If I have a choice between reading “People” magazine and trudging through the murk, well, you can probably see why I am just now getting to Part Five after almost three months.
But I’m committed now to each week – again, I promise.
* Please note that Cam is not the actual boy’s real name.
I like your life story posts.
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Popp’n over from SITS – I enjoyed your story – now I MUST start from the beginning! I’ll be back when it’s nap/rest time at our place! :)
Have a great day!
Bless your heart! He gave you mono and your first heartbreak. Now that is hard.
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I am going to have to go back and start from the beginning
Can’t wait to hear part six… I’ll stay tuned!
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Hi Natalie! This is my first offical response to a blog (I usually respond to yours in person or via facebook). Another great post. Even though I know your story (a wonderful example of God’s pursuing you, even before you knew it!), I love reading it in the written word. Thanks so much for sharing through your blog. Take note of my gravatar (never even heard of such a thing until a few days ago…I’m hoping it shows up. Also…I’m now heading over to subscribe to your blog (another thing I never knew one could do until maybe a month ago or so). After that, I’ll probably start working on my next post. I’m loving this new world of blogging (although we still need to meet so you can help me get it all figured out!). zKeep writing and sharing and being you! Love ya!
Ok, was that one of our best summers of our life or what? Here is the most scary part. My son Trevor is going to be a 6th grader this fall. I am having a hard time letting him out of my sight this summer. LOL!! He wants his freedom, and I know he deserves it, he is a good boy. But, we were good kids too right??? So scary!! Wait til your kids get a little older, it gets very difficult. When you look back now and think oh what did I do the summer before pre-school or kindergarten? Not too scary. Now, say to your self…what did I do the summer before 6th grade!! YIKES!!!!!!!!!!! Keep writing I love every word…… :)
Oh my gosh…I was totally oblivious… Middle School is so tough… lots of hormones!
I’m enjoying your life story… such vulnerable times weren’t they, those young years. I remember all too well lol…