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Happy Jazz Handsy Valentine’s Day

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Valentines, February 2015

My kids were talking about Valentine’s Day in the back row of the minivan. My five-year-old was beyond excited about the day. They had all been told to wear red, pink, and white, and had been given the names of all their classmates so that they could label valentines for one another. My two first-graders piped in immediately, ready to be pulled along in the wave of excitement.

“Do you remember when we decorated cookies in school last year?” my seven-year-old girl asked.

“Did you decorate a mailbox yet?” her twin brother added.

“Or a bag?” his twin sister asked.

Then the little old man in the far booster seat in the back corner of the minivan piped in, “I don’t know what people get excited about anyway. What’s so special about Valentine’s Day?”

Part of me wanted to tell Peter Party Pooper in the back of the car to zip it. No one needs his Old Man Cry Me a River soundtrack anyway.

But another part of me totally got where he was coming from. And I knew not to be deceived by his cool, aloof stance. It wasn’t that he didn’t think much of Valentine’s Day. On the contrary, he thought about Valentine’s Day, and he thought about it hard.

In high school, I had a boyfriend. But I didn’t just have a boyfriend, I had a steady, for like, a long, long time. We were probably a little bit adorable and a lot annoying. He would walk me to my locker. He would take me out one night every weekend, and we would hold hands wherever we went. We attended two proms and two homecomings together, embalmed in taffeta and hairspray.

And I remember for our first Valentine’s Day together working so hard to try and think of something special enough for him. How could I possibly communicate not only the fact that I loved him so (cue Richard Marx), but also the fact that I was the most adorable and thoughtful girlfriend ever?

Pre-Pinterest and Martha Stewart we had to come up with these ideas on our own. So I got mat board and used an X-Acto blade from my father’s model airplane kit to cut a beveled filigree heart-shaped picture frame. While you try to wrap your brain around that I will tell you I also baked him a large batch of chocolate chip cookies, and then I affixed a single diamond earring to a red ribbon and nestled it in his basket of love goodies.

I can’t even begin to imagine what a teenage boy would possibly want with a handmade filigree mat board picture frame with our photo in it. Did he put it on his bureau in-between his cross country trophies and ribbons from track? But I’d gotten it into my head that somehow these would be the things that would represent the myriad facets of our relationship together. And looking back I have no idea what The Basket was actually supposed to mean. And I’m pretty sure he had no idea either.

I can just about guarantee though that I was disappointed with his reaction. And I have no recollection as to what he could’ve possibly given me. A watch? A sweater? No idea.

What is most vivid though is that feeling that there was something big I needed to say, and I was never going to think of a big enough, jazz handsy enough way to say it. And so I would attempt to show him with my resplendent filigree mat board how sublime our romance was.

Which is simultaneously sad and ridiculous. Also, tragically true. And eternal.

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Sweat shop, February 2016

And so it should probably come as no surprise that this year the kids and I set up a valentine sweat shop in which my four children commenced to decorate approximately 120 foam hearts with foam letters spelling their classmates’ names. We also made heart-shaped crayons out of otherwise perfectly good cylindrical crayons and bought pink pencils and ladybug erasers to complete the obscene package.

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Loving sentiments, February 2016

For my kids I decided to write a loving sentiment each day of February on a bright paper heart and tape it to each of my children’s doors. That would be four hearts a night with unique observations about all the ways I love my four often annoying kids. Plus one a night for my husband taped on his mirror above the sink.

By about the sixth night I noticed that I had said the same thing twice to my husband. It’s not easy to come up with something unique and meaningful for every single person on every single day. But I wanted them to feel special. I wanted them to get up each morning and think, Mama knows me. This woman loves me.

And so on February 13th I threw in the towel and decided to simply write Happy Valentine’s Day on the last heart, and stop the madness. We celebrated with dinner out at an Indian restaurant and then capped the romance with Kung Fu Panda 3.

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Love shrine, February 2016

And for the morning of February 14th I set up a little love shrine for each child at their place at the table, the requisite Beanie Baby and a book, plus a card. On the one hand, it felt like punting (the books were actually gently-used hand-me-downs, albeit by their favorite authors, and the Beanie Babies were on sale at Michael’s Arts and Crafts.) On the other hand, it felt like a basket of chocolate chip cookies with a filigree heart-shaped frame, a tragically meaningless overkill.

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Who doesn’t love a Beanie? February 2016

When I awoke to find my kids knee deep in their new books and molesting their Beanies I felt slightly mollified. But still.

And then my daughter ran up and handed me this:

Your my life mommy. Love is all I need and you gave it to me.

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Masterful valentine, February 2016

The perfect Valentine. Not too much, not too little.

No surprise. She learned it from the master.

Happy Valentine’s Day.

(And to those mama friends near and far, here’s my valentine for you, Valentine to My Girlfriends posted over with the kind peeps from Mabel’s Labels. Please check it out, and pass it on if you’re feelin’ it. xo xo)

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14 comments on “Happy Jazz Handsy Valentine’s Day

  1. Burns the Fire
    February 16, 2016

    Out of the mouths of babes: all we need to know. Happy Valentine’s Day, sister blogger! Love always. xo

    • jgroeber
      February 17, 2016

      Happy Valentine’s Day yourself, my dear! (They do celebrate Valentine’s Day in the Great White North, right? Ha!) xo

  2. Kim
    February 16, 2016

    Love her valentine to you! So beautiful!

    • jgroeber
      February 17, 2016

      I love the total disregard for grammar. Sigh. 😉

  3. Matt
    February 17, 2016

    Not too much, not too little.

    *Like*

  4. Heidi
    February 17, 2016

    Beautiful words from your angel girl

    • jgroeber
      March 16, 2016

      Classy girl that I am, I reply to your lovin’ words a month late. Sigh. (Luckily you’ve already professed your lifelong sisterhood with me. Phew.) Thank you, my dear.

  5. afthead
    February 18, 2016

    Richard Marx? I love this post! I laughed out loud when you duplicated the love message to your husband. You are a brave, sweet woman to even attempt such an activity. Valentine’s Day is still a simple joy to my 7 year old, but I know the day is coming when it will be more than a simple celebration with all her friends. My heart aches a little thinking about that day.

    • jgroeber
      March 16, 2016

      I can still hear the Richard Marx lyrics in my head (Hold on to the night, hold on to the memory…) Classic. Not sure what I’ll do when my Valentine isn’t the one that will make their day alright. What if the valentine-writer they crave isn’t up to the job? What if they never get the valentine they want (and deserve)? Mama’s. Heart. Breaking.
      Here’s to as many years of sweet valentines from us as we can wrangle.

  6. Stacy di Anna
    February 19, 2016

    *Sigh*, this is beautiful and my post-Valentine’s Day heart is full. Love Shrine and Sweat Shop photos inspire me to be a better mom. Thank you for sharing. ❤

    • jgroeber
      March 16, 2016

      Oh, no. Do not feel like the Love Shrine or the Sweat Shop is any sign of my better-momness. Let me assure you, I’m still always a bit of a mess, no matter how much I aspire. (Story of my life!)

  7. Dawn Quyle Landau
    February 22, 2016

    Such beautiful love you share with your babes and they share right back! This made my (a week late) day! xox ❤

    • jgroeber
      March 16, 2016

      Ha! See? Valentine’s should be all-year round. SO you’re not late at all. (And neither am I with this late, late reply?!) Hugs and hearts to you, too!

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