There is something about the new year combined with winter stir craze that inspires me to be one of those moms--or to at least try. You know, one of those mom ideals that include crafts and baking cookies? Field trips with lots of photographs? Scrap booking perhaps? A mom with a polite, well mannered and well dressed child that probably is so adorably correct that when he farts it smells like roses.
Maybe not all that. I still don't know how all that is possible. There must be a part time nanny in there somewhere or at least the added freedom of a whole lotta cash. Neither of which is going on over here where each day is a blur
I'm quite proud of how far I've come. Yes, haven't used that expensive degree in a paying job, but I am teaching. I went from not being able to cook to cooking healthy meals for the family. I've signed on for a CSA (more about THAT another time), I am scrap booking (albeit digitally over at shutterfly.com), I am reading Literature (capital 'L'), and I even find time now and then to sit down and do something crafty with the boy child.
Valentines! Why? Because when I was a kid I loved all holidays and not a Valentine's Day went by without my mom leaving a little something special for my brother and I. I remember a Valentine pencil and rubber ball left on the kitchen table to find before school one year. It made the day special. It made me feel treasured and loved.
I may not be religious, but holidays are fun. Something to break up the tedium and make a day special, even magical for a child. Holidays are nothing but a mutable hodgepodge of religions anyway. Jason, who never celebrated any holidays as a child, can tell you how much it sucked.
So, here I am stepping into my mother's shoes. Learning to cook (I am the daughter of the woman who burnt a hardboiled egg but totally rocks her kitchen now), writing my children letters and putting them together into photo books (reminiscent of the baby books and photo albums my mother created) and working to make the holidays meaningful for my children.
We will be sending out our Valentines with little treats.
Passing on the love.
Making a tradition.
Call me, Housewife Extreme.
