They Flew Away on the Wings of Love

Or something like that.

So I managed to watch an entire season of The Bachelor and it was only slightly painful and more than a little bit uncomfortable most nights. I watched a few scenes in the same way I watch a horror movie and that is this-hands over the eyes peeking out between my fingers. There are actually more than a few similarities between The Bachelor and a horror movie but I won't go there today.

The first episode aired when my girls were home for the Christmas holidays so they talked their dad into watching too. Of course they went back to school in January and since it’s the kind of show that cannot be watched alone I made him stick it out with me to the bitter end. And pretty much every week at some point he would shake his head and say, “I cannot believe I’m watching this program!’ I seriously think the producers should hire my husband to give commentary over the show. He makes it so much more entertaining. I had a lot of fun texting my daughter during the program last night too…I think I only used the word vomit twice.

When I watch The Bachelor I find myself thinking of the parents....do they sign on for all of this from day one too? Or is this something their kid does...you know like leaving their room a mess or overdrawing their checking account or hanging out with friends when they should be studying for a test? Do they serial date and pick a mate in three short weeks and 'forget' to tell mom and dad? Do they fly high upon the wings of love and then mention it to the parents as an, oh by the way, kind of thing. 'Hey guys, I'm gonna need you to fly to a tropical island and give me your .02 on the biggest decision of my life and I may or may not listen to what you have to say'. Do the parents shrug their shoulders and just say, 'Ahh kids....they do the darndest things don't they?'

Dear darling daughters,

Thank you for not asking me to meet the loveS of your life on National Television while you are coated in rotten egg scented mud wearing a bikini. I am happy to know I will never hear my future son in law describe the ‘heat’ as ‘heat’ in front of millions of viewers. Shudder. I am especially thankful that your future mother in law will not refer to you as ‘the girl that everyone hated’.

Love Mom

Whose intuition is usually spot on in matters relating to her children