I remember in elementary school, we'd all make these little baskets or envelopes for collecting Valentine's Day cards from our classmates... and then sometimes we'd get a class list and we'd go home and take a box of pre-made cards with the perforated edges and tear them all and sign names and take them to school and deposit them during some little shindig the teacher would put on. And oh my word does that not just sound like the weirdest little tradition? Very methodical, very robotic, very odd. And then girls would get to the age where "boys are icky" and stereotypes ran rampant, and it got even worse in high school when for some ridiculous fundraiser they'd send out "candy grams" which incited some sick popularity contest among the masses. (Oops. I'm ranting about Valentine's Day.) My mother, thankfully, saved me from this a bit when she'd help me make handmade cards for a few friends or family members, a slightly more meaningful gesture than just going through the motions.
Now that I'm a twentysomething and I have a four year old I think about how these traditions will make her feel. So far she knows that Valentine's Day is about love and caring for people. And that works for me. She'll make little cards for friends at daycare and all will be well. And for her mama, who has a wonderful daughter and wonderful partner to love, the day will mean the same as all others -- that I'm grateful for the amazing people in my life who love me and care for me. And that's really what it's all about.
And since my partner shares my ridiculous sense of humour, he'll probably get a card something like this one from Letter Happy...
So, friends. What does Valentine's Day mean to you? Do you celebrate? Date night? Snuggles with your little ones? I'd love to hear your thoughts in the comments.
PS. If you want to see a few more cards that I find just quirky enough to work, check out my latest Cool Finds post over at Mom Spark. And to my readers, my life would totally suck without you. You guys rock.