430th Friday Blog Roundup
I asked the ChickieNob if she wanted to be my Valentine the other day. She smiled sweetly and kissed my cheek, telling me that she’d love to be my Valentine.
“Okay,” I said cheerfully, starting to do her hair. “You know what being my Valentine means, right?”
“You get me chocolate?”
“Nope,” I told her. “Being my Valentine means that I now get all of your stuffed animals, and I’m not going to treat them very well. I’ll also be taking any Valentine’s Day candy that you get and choosing all of your meals for the rest of the year. But thanks for being my Valentine!”
“I don’t want any of that.”
“Well, I’m sorry, but once you agree to be someone’s Valentine, you can’t now say that you’re not their Valentine. You’re my Valentine. Your stuffed animals are mine.”
A moment or two of doubtful silence followed. “You’re kidding, right?”
“Not kidding! You’re my Valentine!”
The ChickieNob left the room muttering to herself, “I think she’s kidding.”
I want to balance out any mushy feelings about the holiday. Keep the kid on her toes.
Josh and I don’t celebrate Valentine’s Day. We never really talked about it. We just sort of didn’t celebrate it the first year we were together, and the tradition continues to this day. It’s not that I dislike the holiday; I’d be hard-pressed to write a manifesto against it. But I’m going to be honest: I don’t really understand the point of it. I love Josh every day of the year, and I hope I show that to him in romantic gestures as well as good old-fashioned cleaning his toilets and folding his laundry for him. A lot of the gestures associated with Valentine’s Days are things that wouldn’t say “love” in my world. Though if the man wants to give me a massage next Thursday night, I’ll take it without complaint.
I don’t know if I’ve ever said this here, but I’m against cutting flowers. I’ll get them for other people if I know they make them happy, but I don’t want people to give them to me. I’m also not a huge fan of bringing any foliage inside my home (even in a pot), nor do I have any desire to take care of it outside my home. So… please don’t get me flowers. There actually is a reason. I think of cut flowers in the same vein as hunting for sport or catch-and-release fishing; it’s harming something living solely for your pleasure and its loss. I can totally get behind hunting for food, fishing for keeps, or harvesting plants to consume. Pictures of flowers = great gift! Actual flowers = makes me sad.
But I’m a total nut job on the ethics front; I’ll admit that wholeheartedly.
I asked the Wolvog to be my Valentine in front of his sister. She either did not remember our earlier conversation, or she decided to spread the joy as evidence by her silence. “Do you want to be my Valentine?”
He snuggled close to me, “I would love to be your Valentine!”
“Fabulous! That means I get to harvest all your organs! Your kidneys are mine.”
“No, they’re not.”
“Yes, they are! Because you’re my Valentine! I’m going to take your corneas next.”
“No, you won’t.”
“Don’t forget to harvest his heart,” the ChickieNob said, throwing her brother under the bus. “You know, since it’s Valentine’s Day.”
“That’s a great idea! Thank you for all your organs and for being my Valentine.”
A period of silence followed.
“Mommy gets all of my stuffed animals,” the ChickieNob offered, as if plush toys are the equivalent of major organs.
“This is so not going to happen.”
Gah! Fine. I bought the kids chocolate hearts. I’m not a total beast.
And now the blogs…
But first, second helpings of the posts that appeared in the open comment thread last week. In order to read the description before clicking over, please return to the open thread:
- “Murder and Mayhem” (The Hitt List)
- “Seven” (Life from Here)
- “Walking with You” (The Empty Cookie)
- “Waves” (Stumbling Gracefully)
- “Call and Response” (The Moon on a Stick)
- “State of the State” (Yo-Yo Mama)
- ‘The Pain Olympics” (Too Many Fish to Fry)
Okay, now my choices this week.
Yo-Yo Mama has an incredibly moving post this week about finding peace and an answer in a quiet drive into the city for a monitoring appointment. I sort of don’t want to describe it too much because I want you to have the moment I had when she received her answer. Gorgeous post.
Still Life with Circles has a post marking her blogoversary. It is somewhat about how she writes and somewhat about why she writes, and in between are all the reasons she needs her space, why she holds tight to it and all the people who radiate out from that space.
Lastly, The Empty Cookie has a very important public service announcement that everyone who has anything they’ve ever preserved should read (are you listening!). The hospital made her husband a Father’s Day card with their child’s handprint, and after her daughter died, she had the card framed. Two years later, she realized the card looked faded, but until she took it down to investigate, she didn’t realize how much it faded due to the type of glass in the frame. She explains what type of glass you need to use in order to ensure that light doesn’t fade your images. Please read this if you also have irreplaceable images or keepsakes.
The roundup to the Roundup: So what are you doing for Valentine’s Day since we obviously aren’t celebrating it beyond the kids collecting chocolate. And lots of great posts to read. So what did you find this week? Please use a permalink to the blog post (written between February 1st and 8th) and not the blog’s main url. Not understanding why I’m asking you what you found this week? Read the original open thread post here.