I had an incredible Valentine’s Day with the boys. Since I didn’t have a special man for my Valentine, I realized I had two wonderful hearts that love me unconditionally. I remember a friend once told me that she took her son out for Valentine’s Day. He always choice the restaurant among a selection she gave him. I thought that was a wonderful day to celebrate this day.
Just as my friend does, I, too, decided to take the boys to their choice of restaurant and dessert. Of course, they chose Chuck E. Cheese. Fun, food and more fun. Afterwards, I, along with them, indulged in Baskin Robbins ice cream: Gold Medal Ribbon, Jamoca Almond Fudge and Nutty Coconut. Oh my goodness, Grace, I went a little crazy getting a three-scoop ice cream. I rationalized the choice by getting three kid scoops. LOL After everything I have gone through, I decided to splurge on my craving.
The best part of Valentine’s Day is that we spent it together having fun, laughing and for a while, escaping the stress of our everyday lives—they as children of soon-to-be divorced parents and I as a parent going through divorce. I felt that I was able to bring some sense of normalcy and excitement in their lives during our challenging time together.
Guiding Lesson: Eve, what a great idea! Your boys must have loved it. They got to spend Valentine’s Day with the most special female in their lives, their mom. Would this memory have ever been possible if you had a significant other? Probably not. You took a situation that was bitter and made something very sweet that both you and your boys will cherish. This sounds like it is the beginning of a new tradition that they may even pass on to their children.
Since this time of year is painful for many adults and given you are in the middle of a divorce, I think I’d like to share some poems written by children. Read these and remember what you did for your boys is appreciated and they will be forever be grateful. You may not have had the one heart you so desired but you had the opportunity to show your love and plant seeds in the hearts of your boys that will grow to touch many lives. The impact of how you approached this day will help bless the world in ways you cannot imagine in years to come. Here are the poems to help you remember how special a mother is to her children.
Grace
Mom, I’ve got some friends
Of each and every kind,
But a better friend than my mother
I’ll never, ever find!
I’m so happy you’re my mom!
I love you.
By Joanna Fuchs
Best Valentine Mom
On Valentine’s day, I think of you, Mom;
I love you really a lot.
In my life that’s full of many good things,
You’re the very best thing I’ve got!
It’s Valentine’s Day, so I want to say,
I’m the luckiest kid anywhere;
You’re the sweetest, greatest, best mom around
And I want you to know I care!
Happy Valentine’s Day, Mom!
By Joanna Fuchs
When You Thought I Wasn’t Looking
When you thought I wasn’t looking,
I saw you hang my first painting on the refrigerator,
and I wanted to paint another one.
When you thought I wasn’t looking, I saw you feed a stray cat,
and I thought it was good to be kind to animals.
When you thought I wasn’t looking, I saw you make my favorite cake for me,
and I knew that little things are special things.
When you thought I wasn’t looking, I heard you say a prayer,
and I believed there is a God I could always talk to.
When you thought I wasn’t looking, I felt you kiss me goodnight,
and I felt loved.
When you thought I wasn’t looking, I saw tears come from your eyes,
and I learned that sometimes things hurt, but it’s all right to cry.
When you thought I wasn’t looking, I saw that you cared
and I wanted to be everything that I could be.
When you thought I wasn’t looking, I looked…
and wanted to say thanks for all the things
I saw when you thought I wasn’t looking.
– Anonymous
Wonderful Mother
God made a wonderful mother,
A mother who never grows old;
He made her smile of the sunshine,
And He molded her heart of pure gold;
In her eyes He placed bright shining stars,
In her cheeks fair roses you see;
God made a wonderful mother,
And He gave that dear mother to me.
– Anonymous
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