I have a confession to make: minor holidays leave me feeling like a loser.
I can't remember the last time I made my kids a heart-shaped egg. Or did a crafty art project with a St. Patrick's Day theme. At the most, I might stir a little green coloring into my my children's scrambled eggs on March 17th. And if I'm really feeling creative, I just might do Mickey Mouse pancakes. If they're lucky.
How boring, right? We have cute dinosaur sandwich cutters, but I utterly hate the thought of the waste (scraps). So we hardly ever use them.
Don't panic though...I make Christmas sugar cookies with my boys. And I am usually (just) organized enough to make Resurrection cookies for Easter morning. We have discussed Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr., and what he stood for. But the rest of it is beyond me. For Valentine's Day, St. Patrick's, and the rest of it, I'm a big loser of a mom.
Because to be honest, you've gotta pick & choose. As mothers, we absolutely cannot do it all. As much as I would like to, I can't. Maybe in a few years I'll be able to pick up those loose threads, gather a bunch of creative ideas from Pinterest, and go for it. But for the time being, it just ain't happening.
So, what did we do today? Well, I'd toyed with the idea of pink pancakes, but once I realized that Valentine's fell on a Tuesday this year, I knew they were an impossibility - we had to be out the door by 8:45 AM, after all. (Isn't it a good thing I homeschool my children, and don't have to be organized enough to actually leave the house every day??) Instead, we had leftover french toast and cheese omeletes. After Bible study, we did a math review page, emptied the dishwasher, and had lunch.
In the afternoon, I made my weekly double batch of kombucha, fed my baby, called my dad, and snuggled my little girl, who's feeling a mite under the weather. I did a load of laundry, convinced my daughter to exercise with me (which is nearly as fun as cuddling, right?), and prepared dinner to serve my boys before they head off to Awana.
I suppose that, in many ways, it's just another ordinary day.
But at the risk of oversimplifying, I think that today was still about love, even if it wasn't filled with hearts and candy. It was full of work, effort, and cuddles. It was another day, another labor of love.
Perhaps that's a justification. But it's what I'm hanging my hat on right now. That making (regular, boring) sandwiches and changing diapers, washing sheets and wiping faces, matters as much as pink pancakes and heart-shaped cookies. Maybe even more.
So really, what does it matter if I don't jazz things up for Valentine's Day? I have children who love me, need me. I have a husband who shows me with actions as well as words, on a daily basis, that our relationship, and my heart, are priorities to him.
That's not too shabby for any day of the year. Even February 14th.