i've never liked valentine's day. it puts such pressure on those that really do love each other, making their love a cliche on top of making lonely people feel even lonlier. even my kids at school have seemed down because they are actually asking their "cootie victims" to be their valentines...being vulnerable and full of hope, just to be rejected. since when did third graders want to have a real valentine?
i remember celebrating valentine's day in kindergarten. there was this boy that i had a little bit of a crush on...or maybe i just had a crush on his gerbil. our parents were friends and his older sister and my older sister (j) were in girl scouts together. we spent a good bit of time hanging out at their house, with the gerbils. i remember writing "i love you" on his valentine. i had carefully selected the one barbie valentine that stood out among the rest, with much more affectionate wording. (maybe something like, "i love your outfit. be mine?") j and i were sitting at the kitchen table, addressing our valentines(she was a big SECOND grader at the time, and loved that she had more experience in these manners than my measly five years of life had provided). regardless, i thought i was being so subtle, scrawling "i love you" on the back of the card and quickly shoving it in the little envelope. i don't know if my sister saw what i had written or simply suspected something based on my curious demeanor...but she called me out on it. i was mortified. i gave him the valentine anyway. he never mentioned anything about those special three words that i had told him, but i have a feeling he felt the same way. how romantic
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