I wanted Valentine’s Day to be EXTRA special this year. I wanted to plan little events for the day and build traditions for my family. All good things with good intentions, but there’s one little problem with that…no time to breath. No time to just be. And with little ones…that’s a must!
The day started out beautifully with a surprise breakfast…heart-shaped cinnamon rolls, heart-shaped bacon (Thank you, Paper Mama!), and Valentine red strawberries! We had heart-shaped plates, heart-adorned cups, and ruby red sequenced hearts scattered all over. I know…it looked like Cupid exploded all over my dining room table! And of course, little gifts to top it off at each place setting. I was so pleased. And when the girls came down with Sean, their sleepy eyes glistened and their smiles extended cheek to cheek. Ahhh…the reaction I had hoped for!
Then it was off to preschool with our carefully prepared cupcakes and homemade Valentines. I was totally giddy…and I wasn’t even the one going to the party!
Fast forward a bit…pick up from preschool and I receive a recap of the Valentine celebration. Cards from friends…Yay! Candy…games…and more candy! Yay! I receive a bouquet of paper flowers and a proud grin on my face mirrors the one in front of me.
Wonderful day, right? Well, why not make it all the more wonderful by adding a tea party with beloved family members hosted at my house, followed by a steak dinner for my hubby and girls (cooked by me, of course), and then a romantic dessert for two after the girls go down. I’m super woman!
Or not. And while the tea party was a joy with gracious family and the steaks were a perfect medium…somewhere along the way…my three year old melted! The poor thing was exhausted by so much activity. Exhausted from finishing one planned event and moving immediately to the next. And, of course, Mommy had no time to just be. I had no time to cuddle up on the couch for stories…play Mr. Potato Head…or color pretty little pictures covered in heart stickers. My plan was to make the day special, but my plans became too many!
In the end, we did make some wonderful memories and have new traditions, but we also had a bit more meltdowns and tears than necessary. And after taking an assessment of the day, I have to admit…the culprit was me. It was too much! Plain and simple…too much! For me and especially for my girls.
I know cliches are a no-no in writing, but there’s a reason they become cliches…because there’s truth in them. And to be totally cliche…Sometimes less is more. And I have to be more than just okay with that.
So next Valentine’s Day…a little Mommon Sense…do NOT over-plan, Elizabeth! Less…is more. =)
Hope your Valentine’s Day was wonderful!
P.S. Today was a breather. I left the housework, the to-do list, the plans, to just be with my girls…and it was fabulous! Hope you find the time to just be. =)