Valentine’s Day Love Lessons to Share With Kids
Valentine's Day is right around the corner, and if you're anything like me, you plan to spend it on your couch, surrounded by kids, in your fleecy pants.
As commercial as V-Day has come to be, I like to encourage families to not necessarily focus on that element, but also to not ignore it entirely. It's the perfect opportunity to remember that you have to teach your children about love, how to give it, and how to appreciate it when you receive it.
Here are some love lessons to share with your children this Valentine's Day.
Love can't be forced. No matter how many times you tackle hug your brothers to the ground, they aren't going to love you more because of it. In fact, depending on how good you are at tackling, this strategy might actually work against you dramatically.
You can't buy love. I know you think that it means I love you more if I buy you every little Lego man and a bunch of those ring pops they sell at the register in Target, but not true. Not true at all. Truth be told, I don't buy you those things because I love you and I don't want you to grow up to be a bratty, unlovable punk with silver teeth, who can't take no for answer. Future note though, if you buy me a house when I'm an old lady and make sure that I have round the clock care provided by Ryan Gosling look-alikes, I promise not to turn into an unlovable punk. You'll have to forgive me though if I have silver teeth by that point. Also, no one is allowed to say no to me. Ever.
Love is about compromise. As every mother knows, those compromises also generally involve major sacrifice on our part. For example, I sacrificed my sporty little car for a behemoth gas-guzzler that will fit you, your friends, and all of your snowboards for our weekend trip to the slopes. In return, I am asking that you let me sit in the lodge, by the fire, with my hot coffee and my book and watch you from the window where I will periodically jump up and down and wave at you or give you thumbs up for being so awesome. See that? Compromise!
And, sometimes it's also a total liar blind. Like, that one time, when I said you were the most amazing singer ever, and I made all of those videos of you sort of singing a song that was supposed to be the National Anthem, I was probably lying blinded by my love for you. I've since determined that you are maybe not going to be the next Bruno Mars (even if you are way cuter), and if you never sing for seven straight hours on a road trip again, I will 100% be okay with it.
Love is patient. Okay, maybe? Sometimes? I mean, the definition of patience is sort of subjective. I figure, if I lose it just a little after a day accentuated by a hallway barf, a baby diaper blow out, the dog eating aforementioned diaper blow out, an almost oven fire, an actual basement flood, AND a partial power outage, that's cool. Because technically, I was warranted in losing it right after I discovered the poop trail to the dog bed, and the fact that I held it all in until I discovered the ball in the basement bathroom toilet demonstrates an extreme amount of patience, does it not? So yeah, love is patient which is why you should give love a break from your shenanigans from time to time, because love can really only take so much. Replace the word love with the word mom in this and every other sentence you speak for the rest of your life, and things really start to make sense in the world.Read More