We have one more party to go in our family. 6th grade will seal the Valentine's Day party going, and I have to say, it's one of those traditions I'm okay to do without.
Having boys has changed that very special feeling of decorating boxes and wondering who was going to give you the very best Valentine. Boys (my boys) just didn't care that much.
Somewhere in the past 30 years, we've gone from cut out hearts, to store bought boxes of Valentine's, to BUY BIG BAGS OF CANDY. This is Halloween all over again!
Then there is the box situation. Now, I'll admit I'm very creative with words, but not with paper and glue sticks. I envied every kid who brought in one of those cool boxes. My very best Valentine's box was made by my mother in the 5th grade. She wrapped a shoe box in wrapping paper and put some paper doily hearts on it. Yep, I even won a prize. (Okay, she should have won it.) I kept that box until I moved into my home I'm in now. (I moved it when I was 30! YIKES, I really liked that box.) Perhaps I was supposed to have these boys. They would be just fine (and have done it) to have a big paper bag with their name scrawled over it.
Perhaps it all goes back to acceptance. That was what I craved from every person I'd ever met. (Yes, girl drama.) I had to have that perfect box. I had to write out my Valentine's in that perfect handwriting. I inspected every Valentine I received to evaluate the person's real feelings. (That hurts to write.)
Perhaps it's better that the boys only care about the candy. (Girls might be this way too, I don' know that side.) One thing I have learned from my boys is self-acceptance. You don't need fancy Valentine's or the best box. Being you is good enough.
I suppose Valentine's Day in whole is just another greeting card holiday. Maybe my kids have already figured out. It's not really important. My husband and I don't celebrate it. Every day is a celebration of love at our house. Not only do we say I love you to each other, but we also say it to each of our kids (multiple times a day), and they in return say it back. It's not just once a year they remember to give me a gift, they give me things all the time, and I'm not talking a physical gift.
So, looking forward, I'll be okay to say goodbye to this one tradition in elementary school. But every day of my life I will remember to tell the people who mean the world to me that I love them. That's all that really matters, right?