Well, consider the Valentine greeting I got from my youngest daughter at school pick-up today. After the usual hellos, I saw a tissue-paper flower in her Valentine loot bag, and thinking someone gave it to her, I said, "What a pretty flower!" Maya responds, "It's for ZOE! Not for YOU!" Oooookay. I say, "That's sweet of you to give your sister a Valentine flower." Maya then starts the well-known rhyme in a sing-song voice:
Roses are redYikes! Isn't that a lovely variation on the traditional Valentine's Day poem!?! Doesn't look like Maya will be nominating me for Mother of the Year, or anything else, for that matter (but that doesn't mean that you can't nominate me for something, HINT HINT (OK, just how desperate do I sound? I think Valentine's Day brings out all kinds of desperation in me!))
Violets are blue
You're a TERRIBLE mom
and I HATE you.
Turns out, when all the dust settles, that Maya was really mad at herself, not me, because she hadn't finished the tissue-paper flower she was working on for me. And she thought that tricking me into thinking I wasn't going to get a flower was the way to handle it. When we got home and she finished the flower, she presented it to me quite sweetly, noting how much better it was than Zoe's flower, since it came in a cup filled with confetti (oh joy!). The flower was accompanied by a card with another poem:
Roses are redSigh. Couldn't we have just SKIPPED the effing tissue-paper flower (in confetti!) AND all the drama?! A simple "Happy Valentine's Day" and "I love you" would have been quite enough for me!
Vilits [sic] are blue
You're the best mom
and I love you
But the flower is awfully cute. . . .