Cupid needs a diaper change and a nap
Legend says Santa hits white sand beaches on December 26, a well-earned reward for the hard work of gifting the world with knick knacks and board games and electronic book readers. What does Cupid do the day after Valentine’s Day? Is he smugly thrusting his fat baby toes into sand on a pristine shore?
I just spent my 15th Valentine’s Day with my husband. I have no doubt that he loves me and I love him. We don’t need Cupid’s inspiration for our hearts to zing. I am impervious to the arrows because Cupid is pretty much just a big baby. Don’t let the lustrous locks of hair or mad archery skills fool you. Like most tots, he is motivated by an appetite for mischief. Plus, his brain is still developing.
When Cupid counts, he says, “One, two, free, eleventy, nineteen, six, ess, four.”
Cupid is nutso about Elmo.
My oldest kids are in middle school. To them, Valentine’s Day is full of mysterious possibilities. Suddenly, it’s not all about folded Valentines in paper sacks, sugar cookies, red punch. While they’d never admit it, they were counting on the big dumb baby to bring a little romance into their lives.
I did, at that age.
If Cupid doesn’t come through in the coming years, I will be there to share stories of lonely February 14ths when it seemed everyone else in the world said yes to Be Mine. My plan is to remind them that Valentine’s Day is never meant to be a gauge of their worth, their beauty, their loveliness. Look who’s in charge!
He wears Pampers, Size 5.
Taking Valentine’s Day seriously is about as smart as letting their two-year-old brother drive to the store or vote. If we did that, we’d be dining on bananas 3 meals a day and singing Hail to the Chief to DJ Lance Rock.
Unfortunately, culture and tradition have taken humble February and smeared lipstick right in the middle of the year’s greyest month. At least it gives us something to do.
Kids are vulnerable to the message that love is expressed in pounds of chocolate and roses given in batches of twelve. They don’t fully grasp how true love and devotion are defined by what happens on February 15th and beyond. Being sensible about St. Valentine doesn’t mean I’m going to kick my husband in the shins for bringing chocolates and roses to me. In fact, I’m happy with romantic gestures any time of the year. But I won’t let them define the solidity of our marriage.
It’s our job to demonstrate how rich and beautiful true partnership can be. It’s worth waiting for.
As for Cupid? He’s a little smelly and he’s rubbing his eyes. Say nighty-night.
The grown-ups get to stay up.