Found out yesterday that my 17 year old son, Ray (who lives with his dad) is no longer a virgin. Suppose I knew this day would come and frankly I’m not all that surprised, he’s at that age.  Shoot, most of the guys I’ve known all lost it a lot sooner.  He’s had the same girlfriend for over a year now. She’s a sweet gal, still I worry. She’s a year younger on top of it.

Turns out my ex found a condom wrapper; haven’t gotten the whole story yet.  My ex tells me he needs to have a few words with him.  Inside my head, I’m thinking… weren’t you ‘porking’ me when I was a mere pup at the less than ripe age of 17? Shit, I was pregnant with our son just 8 months after high school.  I’m just glad he’s using protection.  Turns out his dad gave him the condoms.  He’s going to be 18 in January for pete’s sake.  But he does need to respect his girlfriends mother.  I have no idea how much of all this she’s aware of.  I’ve been informed that my ex and Ray’s girlfriend’s mother don’t get along.

It’s hard for me to think of my son being sexually active. When I look at him, I see this little child still.  I see him with cookie all over his shirt and a kool-aid stain mustache.  They grow up so fast.  It forces me to treasure every moment I have with my 2 and a half year old.  I want him to be this little guy forever, who will always need his mommy.  Wow.

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