Do you remember that first boy or girl you had a crush on. The first time you felt your heart quicken when they walked past? Your mind spinning when they said hello? Then how sad you felt the day they said "I don't like you like that." Your heart crushed. I think back to those days and remember how sad I felt. How I thought I wouldn't ever get over it, and maybe a day later I had forgotten all about it. It's even worse as a mother, watching your child go through it. To start off, you don't exactly want your child to even have those feelings, after all they are still a little boy to you. But finally you except the idea that your child is growing up and it's completely normal for them to have feelings and all of that. So you play along with the notion. Just so you can watch your child's heart get broken. And you feel like going down and grabbing that young snot by the hair and telling her a thing or two for hurting your sons feelings. Or as he put it "hurt me emotionally". I know he'll get over it. We all do. But when he hurts, I hurt. And no girl should hurt my little boy. First love, blech!