I asked in class today (50 bright faces, ready to learn even more about dissolving relationships, for that is what I teach): who is doing something fun and Valentiney today? One person raises his hand. Oh come on, you others, you’re lying! Shaking heads. He’s married – someone pipes in. Okay, how many are married here? Seven hands go up. Do six object to the Hallmark celebration of the passage of half of February?
This day, make it bright red and sappy. Remember when the girls were little and we had to help them make cut out hearts for their classmates? God, I hated that project, having no patience for crafts at all, me, who could not ever do scrapbooking because it all looks so painfully tedious and sticky. All those hearts.
And then, in the evening, out of their backpacks would come – endless little hearts, all made by Mothers Who Care (if you’re a father who made Valentine’s day hearts for the class, forgive me, we have not met). I note who made their child sign his or her own. I did. Stiff upbringing my girls had. Solid European manners. Sign the goddamn card already! I am surprised they did not grow up to hate this day. They don’t hate it. If they had been in my class, they would have raised their hands. Both of them, engaged in something fun and Valentiney.
Yesterday, on my way home from a meeting, I walked through our local zoo. I want to photograph polar bears, wrapped in each others’ fuzzy paws, just like I see on blogs and in valentine’s day cards.
But no. I see only one bear. He looks around. Dreamily. Is there a polar bear sweetie out there to eat kegs of fish with? No? Eyes close, he rests, basking in the faint sun that is February this year. Happy-looking. (Though what do I know about Polar bears, especially those in zoos.)
Do well by another and by yourself today. Half of February is over and done with. Happy Valentine’s Day.
anyone want to eat fish heads with me?
no? okay.
isn't it funny how no one seems to like valentine's day? and yet somehow it remains one of the most commercialized and lucrative holidays on the calendar. funny, that.
ReplyDeleteI used to go all out with making those Valentine Day cards for the kids in Ethan's class. He and I would assemble our construction paper, scisors that cut in squiggly lines, glue, sprinkles and all sorts of other crafty doodads. That was fun for me -- maybe because he is a boy and is not into crafts generally. But, for Valentine's Day I'd get to indulge my girly fantasies.
ReplyDeleteOh, that second picture is just heartbreaking! He's really probably just tired, but poor little bear looks so sad. Did you throw him a fish covered in chocolate? Did you?
ReplyDeleteThe captioning on those pictures is just perfect. I think i just said, "awwwwwww" outloud in in the library.
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