Robsessed

At the age of forty it's hard to think back to what I was like at nine (nearly ten!). There are photos, of course, which show what I looked like but there's nothing from that time to remind me what I dreamt about. The reason I'm thinking about this now is because of a recent conversation with my nine (soon to be ten) year old step daughter.

She has a major crush on Robert Pattinson. I blame myself, if I hadn't twisted her arm to watch Twilight she would have still been playing with Barbie dolls. It's all my fault. I ruined her. Our sweet little innocent girl is growing up too fast. She actually sighed when he walked on screen in New Moon. I can't even say it's a "Edward" thing. She had the same reaction when we went to see Remember Me, last Friday. Oh, and the look she gave me when I said he looks like he needs a good scrub!

Being just nine (practically ten) she doesn't quite understand how big the world is or how many people there are in it. She thinks that if we drive around Barnes for a while we're bound to bump into him visiting his parents or if we go to a few open mic nights, he's bound to walk in with his guitar. She has no concept of distance, time or money. If she had her way I would be chauffeuring her all over the country in search of him.

I would do anything within my power and pocket for my stepkids but I am not going to stalk some poor lad just to make her happy!

I don't remember being fascinated with anyone when I was her age. Maybe I was just a late starter. My obsessions came much later and now when I look back at the heartthrobs I drooled over, I wonder what the hell was I thinking. I wonder if she'll think the same in a few years time.