When I was growing up, it was all about romantic love. the love between couples, or the unrequited love of a secret admirer. I never considered sending a card to my parents. I watched my school friends waving their coloured envelopes around at school, and I desperately wanted a card to drop through the door to reassure me that someone found me attractive.
Now I find my kids making me cards each year…
One one level it’s cute. The geekdaughter came bouncing out of school yesterday waving the card she had made, very pleased with her efforts. “I made it for you Mummy”. At least I know she’s old enough to have decided she wanted to make it, and to have had a choice about what she made.
When I collected the geekson from nursery earlier in the week I had a number of different heart-themed crafts pressed into my hands. Including a laminated sheet with his handprints, a remarkably cheesy poem about how he’ll always love Mummy and Daddy and a picture of him holding a large red heart. He’s too little to have decided to do this himself, so this is something nursery have directed him to do. And whilst I appreciate the sentiment, it all feels just a little bit wrong. The day for my kids to make a big fuss of me and tell me they love me is Mothers day, not Valentines day.
(As an aside the geekdaughter has already promised me a lie-in and breakfast in bed for Mothers day, so I think my not-so-subtle hints are finally paying off!)
That said, I must just share with you a close-up of the photo that nursery took of the geekson for his Valentines day creation. I have a feeling this boy might break a few hearts when he’s older…
What do you think? Do you like your kids getting involved in Valentines day, or do you agree with me that it should be about romantic love?
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