Happy almost Valentine’s Day! Oddly enough, Valentine’s Day is one of my favorite topics to write about.
I love writing about the things moms and wives REALLY want for Valentine’s Day, like a day full of naps, an entire cheesecake to eat alone in bed while watching Hallmark movies uninterrupted, or yoga pants that are high waisted and long enough to cover my cankles that are also considered dressy so I can wear them to work.
Let’s be honest. None of those things will ever happen, but let’s keep dreaming ladies.
This year, I want to write about the love we have for our kids on Valentine’s Day.
I have noticed lately that a lot of people buy their kids gifts for Valentine’s Day.
And sorry y’all, but I am not one of those moms. My kids get enough sugar from their grandparents and I am in no way wasting my money on another stuffed animal that will be found covered in dust bunnies under the bed of one of my children six days after they receive it.
We already do so much for our kids. As a parent, we love our children unconditionally. Do they need a gift to realize that? I say no.
Disclaimer: Before anyone gets upset, I am totally OK with you buying your kids gifts for Valentine’s Day if you want to. Every parent does their own thing and I respect your choices. My choices are just different than yours.
Here is how I show my kids I love them without gifts.
I carried them both in my womb for approximately 10 months and had organs removed from my body so the children could be pulled out. I was then sewed back up and sent on my way.
I have watched both seasons of Boss Baby: Back in Business more times than I can count. If your kid is ever bad, I might refer to them as a Scooter Buskie.
I have sacrificed my deep and passionate love for sleep for a very, very long time.
I have not eaten a meal without a kid either holding onto my leg screaming or asking for a bite in the last five years.
I have caught vomit in my hands.
I have taken care of sick kids while I am also sick and let them vomit down my back as I attempt not to vomit.
I will never have abs again. I have actually never had abs, but I like to think that maybe I could get them if my abdominal muscles had not been sliced during C-sections.
I spend an insane amount of money on daycare and diapers.
98% of my clothes have had snot, vomit, or Cheeto stains on them. Some of the Cheeto stains are actually mine, but that’s not something I normally admit.
Our love for our kids is unconditional. I feed them, clothe them, put a roof over their heads and keep them alive. And smother them in hugs and kisses until they can physically wiggle out of my embrace. I love my sweet little snot monsters so much, that they will not receive a present for Valentine’s Day.