Towards the end of January one of my friends posted a picture on Facebook, it was a door covered in hearts, each heart had something written on it. It was cute and home-made, and full of kindness, all things I love. So I decided to take it and make it mine. I was going to cut hearts, but after doing the mental math I decided I was just too lazy to make 84 different hearts, so instead, I bought a few packs of pre-made hearts from my favorite store ever. Hobby Lobby, I lose all restraint when I go into Hob’lob, and much like Oprah, “you get a car, and you get a car…” I walk through the store, “you get in my cart, and you get in my cart.” Seriously I cannot contain myself!
When I got home from my rather small spending spree I sat down and wrote out things I love about my family. I was afraid it would be difficult and time-consuming but once I sat down the traits and ideas just came out. I could not write fast enough.
I love your new smile
You are an excellent reader
You are an extraordinary dishwasher loader
You make me laugh
You work very hard on your grades
You play your instrument well, your practice shows
You have very pretty hair
You are becoming a Godly leader
I love to listen to your stories
You pick up shoes like a big girl
You seek justice
I love you
will you be my valentine…
You get the idea, some things were big things, character and other things were appearance, and appreciation. It was fun to do. I contemplated doing the big kids, (more on those changes later) but I would have to mail them, and I did not know if they would want all those paper hearts… (if they read this let me know I can send them to you) I was going to put a heart on each night, I often ended up doing 2 at a time, simply because I would remember when I was already snuggled into my bed.R’s Door, J’s door E and A’s stairway
(notice the things at the top of the stairs, the JBF sale is coming soon!)Keith’s hearts made it to our closet, because I put PS’s hearts on our bedroom door.Each set of hearts was ended with Be My Valentine. I want my family to know they will forever have my heart.
While I don’t agree with every child getting a trophy, or some school systems removing the honor roll for fear of hurt feelings I do embrace the valentine card for everyone. We can look back on our childhood and either remember being left out of someones lick’em’stick’em tattoo valentine or (wanting to) leaving someone out of our puffy sticker valentines. And we all know that kindness counts, leaving someone out is just hurtful. Each weekly folder before valentine comes home with a class list. Because I had a moment of clear headedness I purchased school valentines in early January (actually when I was taking O back to the University) Whoo-hoo I was ready, I even knew where they were, yesterday, after wrapping valentine boxes (empty cereal and cracker boxes) I sat down with the girlies, and we made the cute little eraser valentines from Target (Why does my cart get so full there???) E had bumble bee ones and A had cat ones. The set included glue dots, you just put the bee or face on the card, sign your name and you are good to go. Because A is in 1st grade and writes L A R G E like a 1st grader I signed all her cards for her (and honestly if I let her do it I would be spending more time redirecting her than it would take for me to knock them out myself) The girls left for basketball practice and I cleaned up our mess. I put all of Little A’s valentines in a large zipper baggie and left them out for her to take in the morning. Our morning rush to get out the door, R was leading little A along and she paused to admire her cards, she stopped short in her tacks and said, “mom did these wrong,” R asked “in what way?” A sweetly replied “they are addressed to MY FRIEND, but not all the kids in my class are my friends.” R warned her “you don’t need to tell them they are not your friend” She reasoned with him “oh they are going to know”To:my friend
p.s. you are not really my friend…
So IF your child is in my little A’s class and she tells your child that they are NOT REALLY ‘my friend’ I am so sorry, we will now be working on telling the truth in love, and not all truths need to be shared.
Happy Valentines day, go hug someone you love, I was once again reminded how short life really is, and if you don’t get that hug in, or that I LOVE YOU in, it might be your last chance.