It’s hard to like Valentines Day when you’re alone….
But it’s hard to hate Valentines Day when your daughter is a romantic and
loves Valentines Day because in her words “it celebrates my favorite
things mom. Pink, red and hearts!”
She actually thought that the post
office and such would be closed in honor of valentines day…I didn’t
see any reason to snuff her excitement so I let her think it’s THAT
important.
She’s in for a surprise next year when V-day isn’t on a
Sunday. We will address that next year.
This year like previous years,
the PIT and I will go out for dinner. I imagine that as usual the PIT
will see this as an opportunity to get all gussied up. She’ll ask me
to do her hair…crap I hope she doesn’t want it flat ironed
again. That takes forever!
Then as usual she’ll ask me if she can wear
makeup to which I’ll say no and then she’ll negotiate down to mascara
& lip gloss.
She doesn’t know that I’d say yes if she’d ask just for
that stuff-I think she likes to negotiate.
Then she will prance off to
her bedroom where she will try on at least five outfits…come out
twirling and say “how bout this one momma?”
Even though Ill tell her
that every outfit looks adorable she will still try on 5 before she
finally decides what to wear.
Once she’s ready to go she will proudly
proclaim that I am her valentine yet again and that I always will be.
And those words will be my gift…every year she tells me that…it’s
the BEST gift a momma could ask for.
So even if I huff & puff at
every Kay jewelers commercial (srsly-the cabin commercial-fuckin gag
me) and cuss at 1800flowers every time they email me to remind me V-day
is just around the corner but when V-day comes…those little words
from my little girl brings me back to a place where I’m reminded that
the love between a mother and her child is the most powerful, most
amazing love and that I truly am blessed
