We made valentines this year for our classes, and by “made” I mean we bought some kits that only involved sticking stickers and following easier steps. Even 2 year old Zoe rocked it. And it was the first craft we’ve done all together in which I didn’t have intense heart palpitations from the stress of all the hands wanting to touch all the things all the time. I dare say we ALL enjoyed it. But I have a better story for you today, this day of love and passion.
Rachel, age 4, almost 5, has a special Valentine.
At a Christmas party back in December we did a little book exchange, also known as that time my daughter called me out for regifting one of their brand new condition, hardly ever read books when she shouted, “MOMMY, WE DIDN’T WANT THAT BOOK ANYMORE?” as the giftee opened it. Thanks for the subtlety, kid.
When Rachel’s turn came up and she was handed a book that coordinated with her number, one of the moms stated that it was a “boy’s book” in case I thought she would want to trade and open one specifically for girls. I shook my head. Lover of cars, trains, dragons, and planes, this girl don’t care. She squealed with delight as the tore open the paper to reveal a Spiderman book, which I have since dutifully read about 832 times.
A few days later, my friend Cheryl messaged me asking which of my girls opened the Spiderman book in the exchange. Her little boy thought it was super cool that she liked the book, and wanted to see if she could play sometime.
I instantly imagined him being so love struck that he couldn’t even eat his goldfish crackers. I could just see him pining for her day after day, staring out the rainy window while “With or Without You” played in the background…They would be the preschool generation’s Ross and Rachel, only let’s hope the whole “WE WERE ON A BREAK!” debacle had more to do with one of them sharing a little too much of their snacks with someone else and not that other thing.
Monday we had a Valentine’s party with the same crew. We all exchanged valentines, and lo and behold, this sweet boy showed up with a special valentine for Rachel. He walked over, reached shyly into his pocket, and handed her a card sealed with a heart sticker, giving her his best “come hither to my playroom” eyes. We opened it up — Superman this time, because she is indeed his kryptonite — and he made a beeline back to his mom as we read it together. I pretty much died at the cuteness as I saw how diligently he tried to write her name.
Whoo-ee, this boy has a thing for my girl! And, she is none the wiser.
Suddenly her future was all spelled out. Rachel would forever be the girl breaking the boys’ hearts by playing video games with them or kicking their asses as soccer. Then she’ll just give them a high five, call out a “See ya’ later, suckers!” and leave their broken hearts in her wake. Given she improves on her coordination skills, because man, that girl can trip over air like no other.
Happy Valentine’s Day, lovers!