Dear Readers,
For context, my son is the kid who upon hearing his parent’s anniversary was the next day, burst into tears because we hadn’t given him enough warning for him to prepare anything special. After being soothed that a) it didn’t really matter, everything has been closed for two years and therefore b) there was still time to organize a nice evening – he quickly formulated a plan.
We’re going to order pizza and I’m going to light a ton of candles but they are going to be in along line – no I get to design it mum – and then you will both stand on either end of the candles and take turns blowing each one out – ONE AT A TIME – and then when you meet in the middle at the last candle you will make a wish and then blow it out at the same time and it will be so romantic. And I’ll set the table and the 4 of us will eat together but we won’t disturb you so it will be like you are on a PRIVATE DATE.
And so, we followed his plan, eating awkwardly while we pretended our kids were not there at the table with us, while our son beamed a million care-bear stares at us. Indeed, we realized it was his anniversary.
At 8 years old, my son has been planning a family life for as long as he could formulate thoughts about the future. His drive to be a dad, to have kids he can play with and a partner he can live with (we get to make our own rules!)has been focussed and detailed, right down to his proposal.
The proposal – I’m going to be honest- needs some work. The detailed gist of it involves taking his fiance into a forest, blindfolded, at night. He then leads her to an empty clearing. He removes the blindfold and suddenly a circle of light blinks on, accompanied by the unsynchronized clicking of flashlights held by both his and her family members that my son has secretly invited and positioned in the woods. This is his cue to drop a knee and ask her to marry him. She can’t say no with so many people watching he has casually mentioned.
I have gently argued that a night-walk in the woods with a surprise attack might be construed as creepy, and that the pressure tactic of an audience to get your desired response is a bit passé, but for now, it’s all about the grandeur for him. For those of you familiar with the TV comedy New Girl, my son has the same sense of boundaries as Winston’s pranks; elaborate bordering on illegal.
Over the years he’s had a few crushes. They have lit a spark in him, exciting him that he can have passionate feelings. At every announcement of a new crush, he is thrilled at the possibility that this could be his True Love. Pragmatic parents that we are, we support the excitement, but also follow up with ‘probably not, but so exciting that you have a crush!’ The crushes have come and gone, and his disappointment at discovering that she wasn’t very nice after all, or that his feelings waned over time were good lessons I pounced on. Getting to know somebody really well is the best thing you can do; Paying attention to your feelings is so important. I want him to be a strong, vulnerable, generous man. PS I have no idea what I’m doing, literally just winging it.
With his most recent announcement of his newest crush, he took it to a new level. He wanted to share his feelings with her. We talked about how great, how scary, how important it is to communicate honestly, to know the risk but take it anyway. He worked himself into a tizzy many mornings: I’m going to tell her today – but would come home empty-hearted, saying he hadn’t been able to muster the courage. Such powerful things, these Big Feelings.
He tried writing notes with big letters and lots of hearts. I didn’t want people to find it and then embarrass me.
He tried practicing speeches. I couldn’t do it at recess, we were never alone.
One day, after weighing all his options and feeling good about any outcome, he was ready. We were in a cold snap, and as he dressed for school he stopped struggling with his boots as something dawned on him, landing on his face and causing his face to furrow as he formed careful words.
I just realized that when I tell her I like her, I’ll be wearing a snowsuit.
This was not the grandeur he had imagined, and he did not stoop so low as to declare his love for this girl dressed head-to-toe in waterproof polyester.
Time passed.
Then one day, my son came home. Upon ripping off his winter clothes and throwing them in the hall Pick those up! MOM SOMETHING HAPPENED and kicking off his boots Please put those away! YOU’RE NOT GONNA BELIEVE IT Put your lunch bag in the kitchen! he interjected my tidiness discipline with MY CRUSH LIKES ME BACK!!!
Get the popcorn, Mitts on the heater! can wait. Excitedly, he throws his hat on the floor, delighted there is no italicized rebuttal from me, and flops on the couch.
So, we are near our cubbies and she asks me to come over, so I go over and she says she has something to tell me, so I’m like okay what is it and then she leans in and says really quietly I have a crush on you. So then I say back really quietly, well actually I have a crush on you too. MOM CAN YOU BELIEVE IT? WE LOVE EACH OTHER. So then later in the day she sends me a note MOM YOU WERE RIGHT NOTES WORK GREAT and it says on it it says do you like me? and there were two little boxes and one box says yes medium and the other box says yes more than medium and MOM SHE LIKES ME MORE THAN MEDIUM! So I checked the more than medium box too and GUESS WHAT MOM we are going to be each other’s Valentimes!
I haven’t celebrated Valentine’s Day in a long time. I am happily married and have no need for such nonsense. But this year, this year will be a year of grandeur, if my son has anything to say about it.