V Day
Only two weeks to start feeling conflicted, miserable, or immune. That's right. Valentine's Day is almost here.
Most of the time it's positioned as a lover holiday, but I liked those store-bought Valentine's that we used to exchange in elementary school. You know, if you give one to one, you give it to all. I just loved giving them and getting them. I didn't think, "The school makes everyone in your class give them." I thought, "Wow, look at all these valentines!"
When I was about 11, I made or bought, can't remember, Valentine's presents for my sister and parents. They didn't give me anything, but I didn't think about it. Then I went to do errands with my mom. She ran into the grocery store while I dreamed of putting money in a bank (I don't remember where in the shopping center I was). Anyway, my mom pulled up, and I got in the car. On the passenger's seat was a potted red tulip. She said I had been so sweet to everyone else on Valentine's Day, and she wanted to do something for me. It made me so happy.
I think that was the high point.
this is such a good call! i never enjoyed v-day so much as when i was in elementary school. loved filling out the silly muppet cards, loved making the little mailbox, loved bringing home the bounty. it always felt like such a happy little day with no pressure.
then you hit adulthood and it's supposed to be all…big and spendy and fance? bleck.
thanks for the reminder - this year, i'm asking my husband to fill out some hannah montana cards for me and call it a day.
that's the spirit!