Tuesday, February 16, 2010

Be Mine

I love Valentine's Day. Love, love, love it. I attribute this love to my grandma and my Aunt Suzy who made Valentine's Day special. Every year they made homemade valentines with me..... and red velvet cake. And sometimes, my Aunt would leave a special valentine on my doorstep and ring the doorbell and run. I looked forward to it every year. One time when I was about 7, she left a Big Chief pad of paper and a pen -- thrilling for a paper lover like me. (I've always had a fettish for office supplies.)

Even now, I get giddy when I see a vintage valentine -- they remind me of those days in my grandma's kitchen.... and elementary school years when we could bring in a decorated shoe box to hold the valentines passed out by classmates. Decorating that shoe box was one of the highlights of my school year. I think that's where my love affair with paper and scissors began -- with the crepe paper and doilies that adorned my boxes.

This year.... I was a huge flake. For some reason, I got behind last week. I didn't make valentines, I didn't decorate my house with hearts and candy, I didn't decorate cookies with my friend Chanin, and I didn't ding-dong-ditch any of my neighbors. I wonder if my neighbors were disappointed that they didn't get a valentine? Their doorsteps were empty this year. I'm still lamenting the fact that I didn't make the time to celebrate and express my love to the many people in my life.
I think it has something to do with the fact that my kids are no longer little. They don't hand out valentines at school, and they aren't interested in ringing doorbells anymore. This makes me so sad. I loved doing these things with them. I still remember the first time Claire and I delivered valentines to all her friends. She was 3. We walked the neighborhood in the pouring rain to hand out her handmade creations. Then we had hot chocolate and I got a cold. I treasure that memory.
In spite of the fact that my kids have abandoned this holiday, I did do some things to celebrate on my own. I made red velvet cupcakes, I did make a few little last minute treats for friends, and... I did manage to make a special dinner for my family that included love notes -- which I write on this day every year. But, doing these things alone wasn't half as much fun as doing them with someone you love. It felt a little weird.
Maybe when my kids are out of that "I'm so embarrassed" phase, they will love celebrating Valentine's Day once again. Then we can get back to the business of ringing doorbells and running. If not, I guess I'll have to wait for grandchildren. I hope I won't be too old to run!


dandee said...

I love the cute bottles of Crush...and those cupcakes! YUM!

Lisa said...

I've really enjoyed reading your blog! So glad I'm not the only one that is a sucker for red velvet cake and leaving valentines for the neighbors! :)


hauleyf said...

I still wear my black arm band that I started wearing about 20 years ago for valentines. I can't help but reflect back on 6th grade when Tad Dowell put burnt matches in an envelope for my very own valentine. Messed me up ever since. Years later when I ran into him, i told him of my "scar" he left upon my very sole. He was crushed. Had no idea how that affected me. Ya, I hate valentines...
your sister