What do hearts, roses, kisses and hugs from a man mean to a woman who has been castigated, abused and ignored by her husband? Little, really. Words, gifts and promises don’t change things. This I know far too well so I won’t be wishing those things for you, dear reader. What I will do, instead, is this: I will say a prayer that you and your children are safe and rejoicing in the love of our Savior and in the love of one another. Any hearts and roses you get, I hope you get from your children. The true price of any others is far, far too expensive for you to have to endure.
Valentine’s Day, in the traditional sense, isn’t important to me. Couldn’t be even if I wanted it to. However, it is a very important day to me because, long ago, I chose to set this day aside to create memories of love and laughter with my children. Since then this has been a day dedicated to letting my children how very much I love them. That’s what it will be today. We’ll be using today to just enjoy one another. There’ll be games, laughter and lots and lots of love. This morning will see them enjoying homemade strawberry smoothies and tonight will find them feasting on lasagna, garlic bread and strawberry cake–all homemade by me and my children as we share the love and make memories. I’ll hide some of the little candy heart boxes and my youngest will go a little crazy trying to find them. We’ll hang up hearts and roses, beautifully drawn by my daughters. I’ll share lots and lots of hugs with my little men and my young ladies. And, in the doing, I’ll thank God for one of my greatest gifts: the blessing of being their Mom.
That’s my Valentine’s Day. That’s my gift. Twenty dozen long-stemmed roses couldn’t be better.