I learnt a scary thing about ten-year-olds this morning.
Scarier than the fact they can hack an iPhone in ten minutes. Scarier than the fact a male version can eat a loaf of bread in one sitting.
I learnt that ten year olds are dating.
Am I naïve? Has this been happening for a while? Because frankly I was a little shocked.
I still have four years before my eldest son is ten. He can’t yet tie his shoelaces. I still have to help him cut things with his knife at dinner, and he will still happily watch an episode of Dora the Explorer if his two-year-old sister is in the room.
He can easily swim a 25m lap of a pool, but he still calls me “Mama” with a complete lack of self-consciousness.
I’m aware this won’t last.
I’m aware that his need to hold my hair when he is feeling nervous will probably be gone by the end of this year. That I will soon become ‘Mum’ and that it’s not long before he glances around to see which mates are watching before he kisses me goodbye.
But is it really only four years until he is dating? Four years until I have to worry about what is going on behind closed doors? Because I tell you, I am not at all ready for that.
I learnt this startling fact from the new rules set by a Sydney Primary School about the appropriate age for ‘boyfriend/girlfriend relations’.
The Northern Beaches Christian School has taken a stand on what they see as the “sexualisation” of young children by setting rules around primary students becoming boyfriends and girlfriends.