Dear ESME Sisters,
I will be the first to admit it—February 14 did not find me in a hearts and flowers kind of mood. I was tired: tired of reading horrifying headlines, tired of the less exciting parts of my job, tired of the day-to-day grind. I wanted to go from work directly to bed.
But then there was my nine-year-old who thinks that school should be canceled in observance of Valentine’s Day and nobody should have to work; who looks to me, her Solo Mom, not only for permission to celebrate the day she finds so magical but also to participate. And despite how I was feeling, I also know that in the not-so-distant future, I will be completely off her radar when it comes to Valentine’s Day, a day she’ll increasingly equate with romance and passion and secret crushes. And in the meantime, who am I to rain on her Valentine’s parade?
So this year, Valentine’s Day was a pink stuffed turtle, a heart-shaped cake, our favorite ice cream, and the two of us watching the Netflix movie of her choice, in the dark, huddled close. And you know what? In retrospect, I wouldn’t have had it any other way.