“Love is grand; divorce is a hundred grand.”
U R a QT! Bee My Valentine? The box of pre-cut Valentineâ€™s Day cards spewed across the table, and I was in a bad mood. Mom had made the purchasing decision, and clearly she did NOT understand second-grade relationship rules. How could I stuff a card that said, I choo-choo-choose you, Valentine into an envelope and address it to Gary? He would think I liked him, and I didnâ€™t. Not one bit. He had the cootiest of boy cooties.
Ah, The Grade School Years
Do you remember having to give a Valentineâ€™s Day card to every person in your class? I do. It was torturous deciding which card should go to which classmate lest they think I had feelings that werenâ€™t there. On the other hand, if I did have a teeny tiny crush on a boy, I hoped the Valentine I received from him indicated he liked me too. Any cards with a sucker attached were highbrow amazements. What farm family had the money to buy such extravagance? Slurp, slurp, slurp.
I also remember, as a class, decorating a box that was to hold the Valentineâ€™s Day cards. Red and pink Kraft paper hearts and tissue paper made the humblest of brown boxes a thing of honor and beauty. It sat on the teacherâ€™s desk, and each of us slid our cards into the narrow slot with great solemnity and furtive glances.
On the day of the Valentineâ€™s party, the teacher would bring in cupcakes. At the appropriate time, sheâ€™d ceremoniously open the box and pass around the small white envelopes. I always chose to wait until I got home before opening mine. Heaven forbid someone gave me a mushy card and misread my expression. Cooties were not to be taken lightly on such an important day.
I heard on the news tonight that 53% of women said they would leave their husband/partner/love interest if they did not receive a Valentineâ€™s Day gift. As adults weâ€™ve been conditioned to equate love with gifts, and preferably romantic gifts. A sucker glued to a card just doesnâ€™t cut it anymore. Or does it?
Belinda Jensen, Kare 11â€™s meteorologist, said sheâ€™d rather have roses in August for no reason than a dozen expected roses on Valentineâ€™s Day. I got her point but wondered if sheâ€™d feel disappointed if that happened.
For myself, Iâ€™m much more interested in the gleam in my husbandâ€™s eyes, or perhaps a poem he created expounding on his feelings for me. I donâ€™t need â€œstuff,â€ but I do want romance. Make me feel special by your actions and not â€œbuyâ€ your actions, and Iâ€™ll do my best to do the same.
How about you? What do you remember about grade school Valentineâ€™s Day cards? And what makes your heart swell on Valentineâ€™s Day now? Please share below!