"The right, to kiss a girl? Is there a wrong way to kiss a girl?" Teasingly I winked with my words, though it wasn't funny to Sacha... changing gears I continued on with a serious tone, "Son, are you asking me permission to kiss a girl?"
"Uh-huh, is it possible? Do I have the right to do that?" He was serious! (I love how French words translate sometimes!)
"GEE!! I never asked my Mom permission to kiss anyone. How do I respond to that...as a friend I would say, Yeah kiss her! As your Mom... ( oh these are those tender memorable moments that make childbirth worth it!) Your first kiss is the one you will remember the rest of your life, it is a freeze-frame in time. You only have one first kiss to give...If you want to kiss her, do it with all sincerity, in a moment worthy of the memory!"
"So that means I have the right?" Sacha repeated.
"Yes, you have the right." I said in plain talk.
The days that followed had me asking Sacha, "Did you kiss her?" Each day there was a different reason why he hadn't. The kissable girl was either chewing gum, or there were too many friends around, or the bell rang for class to start... days turned into an empty week.
Finally, with tons of friends around, the bell ringing, and gum in her mouth, she grabbed Sacha and stole his first kiss!
"Did you like it? " I wanted to know.
"Our teeth hit and then she put her tongue in my mouth..."
"STOP! I don't need to know more!"
Update: I posted this story about Sacha, one day short of a year ago. I am re posting it because it is one of my favorites, and I thought for those of you who haven't read it, you might enjoy it too.
Kisses xx (though not French ones, to you xx.)