And yes, before you say anything, I do know that I spelled that wrong…LOL! I was talking with my son this morning in the midst of the morning rush to get ready. I remembered to tell both of my children Happy Valentine’s Day. My daughter replied back with an “I’m busy mom; I don’t have time to play”. *SIGH* I think that “officially” means she’s growing up!
Gone are the days of mulling over the various types of Valentines the minute they hit the shelves. The quest to find “THE” perfect Valentines Cards that would make them the most popular kid in class isn’t something I have to worry about any more. But even though these aren’t things that I have to do again, it doesn’t mean that the years of Valentines memories will leave me. No, those memories are something that I will have and cherish for years to come.
But I think the one that stands out to me the most is the year my oldest child was in kindergarten. He stood there in the store looking at all the different Valentines Cards for what seemed like forever until choosing the one that he thought was just right. Even though it was still a few weeks until Valentine’s Day, he was too excited about filling in his name and the names of his classmates, so we sat down at the table as soon as we got home to get started at the task at hand.
My son was so proud as he sat at the table filling out his first Valentines cards. He was excited at the thought of taking them to school and sharing them with his classmates and it was an almost constant argument until Valentine’s Day, explaining to him why he couldn’t take them to school yet. But when he woke up on Valentine’s Day he knew the days of arguing were over, today was THE day that he could finally take his treasured cards to school to share with his friends and the thought made him smile ear to ear with his silly little toothless grin.
When he got home that afternoon he told me that there was something in his backpack “Just for you mommy”. When we walked through the door he pulled open his backpack and handed me a folded and crinkled piece of red construction paper and proudly exclaimed “Happy Valentimes Day mommy, will you be my Valentime”. On the red construction paper he had drawn a heart with a white crayon and had made his best attempt at writing “I Love You” and signed his name.
Sometimes it’s very difficult to remember the special moments like this that I have had with my children! My oldest is now 15 and my “baby” is just a few months away from turning 13, so they are a few years past being “little” kids now. The days of nonstop silliness and “Valentimes” cards have been replaced teenage bickering and arguing. But I will always treasure the moment that my 6 year old son asked me to be his Valentime!
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