When my teens are going out I always say, “Be safe, have fun, I love you.”
If I am on the phone with my husband or kids, before we hang up, the last thing we say is, “love you, ba-bye.”
Or if the other person said it first, then it’s, “love you too.”
At bookclub one night, my son (15 at the time) called me. Before I hung up I said, “love you too.”
A friend sitting next to me whose son is a couple years older than mine looked at me and said, “Did your son just say he loves you on the phone? Mine hasn’t told me that since before he was a teenager.”
I could not imagine that. Those regular I love you’s get me through the crap side of living with teenagers. And OCD husbands while we’re at it.
One day I was driving with my son in the car and he was talking to a friend (a guy) on the phone. As he hung up he said, “love you, ba-bye.”
He did not think it was as funny as I thought it was. That kind of made it even funnier. Red faced and angry he spurted at me, “I’m not saying I love you on the phone anymore. This is what happens.”
I replied, “Well, are you going to call Charlie back now and break up with him?”
He finally got over himself and had a laugh.
For more spins on saying “I love you,” head on over to Sprite’s Keeper. There’s probably some great stories on first love and all that, but I’m so old and addled I could not remember mine.