Princess Leia: “I love you.”
Han Solo: ”I know.”
Star Wars V: The Empire Strikes Back
I’m going to apologize to each and every heart-shaped box full of waxy chocolate lover out there right now. I don’t like Valentine’s Day. There I said it; I admit it.
I think the whole entire thing is a waste of cocoa beans and card-stock. I should be an ardent admirer of the day, having a mother who still – even 40 years after first becoming a mother -makes Valentines a must-do event for all her kids and grandson. She gets her panties in a major twist if she can’t get those red boxes to each of us by the big day. It’s sweet that she does it, even though she knows I tend to forget that Valentine’s Day is even upon us again.
I was very relieved to find, early in our dating years, that Dad Windu is also a Valentine’s humbug. Padawan Learner, no doubt because of our ”yeah, whatever” response to the marketing buildup each February, is equally blase’ about the day. (My apologies to his future spouse.)
I love Dad Windu and Padawan Learner with every fiber of my being, every beat of my heart. I don’t want a heart-shaped diamond necklace or even an over-sized card in a red envelope each February 14th as proof of their love for me. The hand massage when my knuckles hurt showed me that. The hug and kiss before going to bed reminds me of that. Going vegan for a month because I asked you to, more than speaks to your devotion my beloved carnivores. The dishwasher unloaded without me having to ask, gives me proof of your affection.
Here’s to you, DW and PL. No red box. No sparkly bauble. No glitter. Just love forever more.
That said, if you’re an ardent Valentine’s Day fan, I say more power to you. Live the dream. Eat the chocolate. Tear up over the handmade or store bought card. I hope it’s all you ever imaged it to be. And I promise to understand if you’re not as crazy about Halloween as I.
James loves every Holiday, no matter how blase about it I am. He wants the whole shebang, decorations, hearts, cards, candy, parties. Only Groundhog Day (so far) is beneath his notice and I think this is because we live in the land of perpetual summer. Luckily, this year Chinese New Year and Valentine’s Day coincide and, according to him, Chinese New Year is the better holiday. I skate by this year.
Any chance he’ll outgrow his holiday mania? To give you a sense of his passion, he already knows what he’s going to be for Halloween (there’s little chance he’s changing), has a theme for his July birthday (despite it being a family only, ie 1 baby, 1 toddler, 3 adults, and him party), and is counting down to Christmas.
Oh, Holly, it would appear that you are doomed. As in capital D holiday doomed.
Honestly, until this year, I pretty much ignored it too. My son doesn’t even go to school(as you know) and he was telling me a month ago that “it” was coming. I know he sees references to it on TV, but he got most of it from my mother as well.
Can you ban a grandmother? Probably not. Therefore, this year we celebrate Valentine’s Day. Maybe he will revolt when he is older.
What does it say about me if I am equally blase about V-Day AND Halloween?? I’m such a holiday humbug really.