Valentine’s Day is not a real holiday. Yet it is around this day of the year that we discuss love and romance the most. When I say “we” I mean more of the royal “we” because I know I’m not the one doing the talking. My husband and I don’t treat it as a real holiday....more
I always imagined my parents exchanging Valentines all through elementary school: my father eyeing my mom's glossy black hair as he tucked heart-shaped cards into her shoebox; her tiptoeing over to his desk with candy hearts while he was at baseball practice. They met in first grade, went on their first date to the Sadie Hawkins dance in junior high, and married at age twenty.
I was born two years later and grew up longing for more attention from my workaholic father and my mother who was busy attending to my younger sister and our home.
I remember the moment well.
About four years ago I invited a little girl over to play with my kids. Her mom dropped her off and we chatted while the kids played. Then she told me she'd be back in an hour.
About seven minutes later, apparently our basement full of toys became completely uninteresting, and three little people carrying a science experiment book confronted me.
"Pleassssssse can we do something in this book? We won't make a mess," they begged.
"Mommy? Mommy??? Will you lay down with me, for just a few minutes?" Every now and then there are nights when my daughter has a hard time falling asleep. My husband or I will lay on her floor next to her bed. What else would I be doing with my evening? Probably watching some mind-numbing reality show. A little time on her floor is much more entertaining and we have the best conversations when this happens. ...more