It’s A Matter Of The Heart
It’s that day again! The day single people dread and significant others scramble over. And then there’s the little kids that are just grateful for another excuse for a school party and candy! Surprisingly, I fit in neither of these categories. Valentine’s Day is my favorite holiday. And when I say that, I usually immediately feel judged. Hear me out though.
My absolute best memory of Valentine’s Day is when I was a kid. I don’t remember how old I was, probably 6 or so. My mom woke me up the night before and we snuck downstairs and into my dad’s car to decorate it. We taped cut out paper hearts with handwritten sayings on them conversation heart style on the windows and seats. We hung a banner across the rear windshield that said “I love you Dad!”. The final touch was a fake rose on the seat with his Valentine’s Day card. I absolutely loved doing that. I felt so excited and thrilled for his reaction. And I felt like I was showing him how special he is. Little did I know my mother had something similar in store for me. When I woke up on Valentine’s Day morning there were streamers hanging in my doorway. She had taped cut out paper hearts (some even layered) with conversation heart style sayings written on them (some even in glitter glue) to ribbons and hung them in my doorway. I love(d) those silly little things. These weren’t grand gestures or material based. These were just small things to show someone you love how much you think about them. Right there is the moment my thoughts on the spirit of Valentine’s Day unfurled. Throughout life I used my philosophy to do fun and thoughtful things for the people I love on Valentine’s Day. Also, those handmade streamers? They hang in my home every Valentine’s Day season. My mom had saved them and sent them to me when I went to college.
I can’t remember if I was in high school or college but I found a movie called “Valentine’s Day” with a bunch of famous actors in it. I watch it every year now because it was able to put out there exactly how I feel about this holiday. Love is love is love. And this day is for celebrating all kinds of love. Love between significant others, love between friends, love between parents and kids, etc. Don’t let society limit love on this holiday.
Now, I’m a single mom and I haven’t had any major love interests in 3 years. But am I bitter on Valentine’s Day? Not ever. I choose to spend it with my son and celebrating the love I have for him. However, below I’ve included some poems I’ve written over the past few years about finding a partner to love. Enjoy! And show someone you love them today, even if the gesture is small and inexpensive. The right person will appreciate it.
Your lines and my curves and playful words Create a piece of art The paint, slick and warm Elicits soft moans Stroking in places I’ve never known You draw my quiver The arrow you’ll deliver and make your mark on my heart
The situation is impossible Your beauty, improbable an indefinite longing Our paths never crossing Hope and frustration They silence my elation and leave the sting That loneliness brings -give me something to believe in
The ease of all our conversations slips into my bones Melting like the creme brulee on my tongue The lust of all this time spreads through my blood Rushing like the river The kindness of our souls seeps into our words and touches Shining in the night like stars A glimpse of what could be No longer just a dream -still feels like one
And Just Remember. . .
Love Love Love them all and your story!
Thanks for the walk down memory lane!!! We sure did have fun that night decorating Dads car!!! I can remember after you went to bed, I would run downstairs and start cutting out hearts. I loved those days!!! I Love you, Mom❤️