So, you didn’t have time to get all of your Conversation Hearts in a row for Valentine’s Day. Instead of sending your kid to school with these cupcakes baked from scratch in your own kitchen with that no GMO, no MSG, gluten-free, yellow dye #5 free, peanut-free recipe with the tiny fondant bears…
…you sent her to school with candy bags full of high fructose corn syrup and pixie sticks.
You also didn’t find the time to research Pinterest for this handmade Valentine’s Day box for your sweetheart to place on the end of her desk.
Instead, you sat your child down at the kitchen table after school with an old shoe box, old wrapping paper, some markers, and a sheet of stickers before folding the laundry and loading the dishwasher.
You also didn’t hand-make your child’s Valentine’s Day cards on earth-friendly, 100% recycled paper that were printed with a cleaver little poem you wrote all by yourself with a little bag of organic fruit snacks attached that you purchased at Trader Joes.
“Roses are red,
violets are blue,
this Valentines Day
is as sweet as you!”
Instead, your child went to school with Spongebob valentines purchased at Walmart that he clumsily tore along perforated lines before pouring over which printed phrase would best suit each of his classmates. Of course, he hand picked these valentines in the seasonal aisle at Walmart out of rows upon rows of selections that obviously took an entire rainforest to manufacture.
The Spongebob valentines were the most alluring to him because they came with temporary tattoos that were inserted into little precut slots on each valentine! Never mind that temporary tattoos can cause skin irritations, allergic reactions, and we won’t even mention the nail polish remover fumes the child must breath in while removing the tattoo before church on Sunday. We also won’t mention that he will then pick at the dusting of glue that remains stuck to his arm hairs for the next week or so. God forbid he should pick a spot raw, thus exposing him to MRSA.
No worries mommies, and let me tell you why!
Valentine’s Day comes once a year. We all remember our Valentine’s parties. Our parents sent us to school with an old shoebox from the hall closet, or handed us an empty tissue box. We would have a block scheduled in class to then wrap these boxes in construction or wrapping paper, adorn them with stickers, and further decorate them with markers and crayons. They were FANTASTIC – our very own mailboxes that displayed our artistic creativity. At the end of the day, we would be having a Valentine’s Day party, during which each of our classmates would drop valentines for us to take home. They would be filled with cheesy elementary school pick-up lines. We would find excitement in opening up the Barbie valentine with a red sucker attached that read ‘You’re sweet, Valentine!’ Then there was the Smurf valentine with a sticker inside that read ‘I’m stuck on you, Valentine!’
There was always the boy or girl in class we had an elementary crush on. We always hoped he or she had given us something very special, perhaps one of the five cards in his collection of Batman valentines that read something clearly suggestive of interest.
Then there was the party itself. Your mother would not have approved, but that was okay because she wasn’t there to watch you turning into a sugar-induced bafoon, which you would later sleep off before she fed you a dinner the American Academy of Pediatrics would approve of. There were cookies and cupcakes in plastic containers from the local grocery store served alongside a bag of cheetos or potato chips. You had the choice between grape or orange soda, or the Big Red soda that tasted like bubble gum.
No worries, mommy! Even if you didn’t spend five hours and 14 cups of Starbucks coffee preparing for Valentine’s Day…even if you didn’t hand make a Valentine’s Day box while your child played Grand Theft Auto…even if your child made their own box and needed two bandaids when he cut his finger jamming the end of his scissors through the box lid…even if you had to buy a box of bakery cookies from Walmart…even if you had 20 minutes to throw together bags of candy for each child, but you forgot that Phoenix and Sunshine don’t eat gluten and Jayson doesn’t eat yellow dye #5 and McKendrie doesn’t eat anything other than organic 60% cacao chocolate…even if you didn’t have time to hand make Valentine’s Day cards with organic treats attached while your child watched HBO unattended for 5 hours…
YOU’RE STILL A GREAT MOM!!!
And do you want to know why?
The moms with kids who don’t eat certain things are okay going through their kid’s treat bags to remove belly-aching foods. The moms who stayed up for hours hand making their Valentine’s Day cards, treats, and boxes probably will not notice with negativity that your Valentine’s Day presentation was not only store bought, but the hodgepodge of stickers and drawings decorating your child’s Valentine’s Day box is well-loved because it was made with your child’s own two hands.
The moms that spent generous hours of preparation on Valentine’s Day no doubt put a lot of love and tenderness into it, but they also envy your freedom in admitting that, although your Valentine’s Day was thrown in between dance classes and dinner, it still signifies that you indeed love your child just as much as they do because your child is happy and appreciative of everything you do. The only difference between you and the other mom is that you got much more sleep the night before.
God bless your Handmade from Walmart Valentine’s Day!