You ever think your biggest worry would be your son’s grades, not his engagement? Here I am, a 41-year-old mom, watching my 16-year-old son propose to his 20-year-old girlfriend in Central Park, ring and all. Their eyes sparkled with that heady, young love—the kind that makes you remember your own first dates and stolen kisses under city lights. I want to be happy for them, really. Their dates—picnics by the lake, late-night talks over coffee—remind me how magical falling in love can be. But as a mom, I can’t help but wonder: Are they ready for what comes after the butterflies? Still, seeing them so lost in each other’s world, I remember my own unforgettable moments. Maybe that’s what dating is for: to savor the beauty of love, to grow together, and to make memories you’ll never forget. Have you ever watched young love bloom and wondered if you should step in, or just let them feel the magic? 💞 #datingstories #younglove #parentingteens #relationshipadvice