The kids came home from school with backpacks full of little valentines cards and candy.Â I think they have the right approach. Everybody makes a card for everyone in the class, they pass them around in a flurry of giggles and smiles, share candy, that’s it. A big success. (Nicole is in grade 1 and Grant is in kinderarten).
Â I have a really sweet memory of from the card preparation that I should have shared yesterday.Â On Monday night I was helping Grant get his cards ready.Â I had written the names of each classmate on individual valentines then he was sitting beside me, putting ‘from Grant’ on each one.Â So, we’re going through the list…
Grant:Â (printing laboriously) Done
Grant:Â Julia…. mutter::mutter:: not Julia, she’s mean mutter::mutter
Me:Â well, this year you’re just making them for everyone. In future years you can be more discriminating ok?
Grant: Ok, Julia, done.
Grant:Â NOT TALIA! NOOOO. mutter::mutter:: Talia’s bossy::mutter::mutter:: scribble:scribble
(Grant proceeds to print his name in the most illegible fashion ever-little bit of passive agressive behaviour there!)
Me: (laughing) Thanks for making my day bud… I love you.
Grant: I love you too Mom, why are you laughing?
Me:Â Nothing, just happy.
Me: OK, done.Â (slyly) If you give me a hug we can go watch some Olympics.
Â Grant: Yay!! (leaps into my lap) Limbics!!
Â I am so grateful for these moments, they make all the “tough moments” worth the trouble.