Ah, that quirky little holiday we all rush around for, simultaneously rolling our eyes at it while secretly hoping for those sweet gifts. “Valentine’s Day? Pfft,” you might say. “It’s just another Hallmark creation.”
But then you find yourself eyeing your friends’ bouquets and boxes of chocolates, suddenly feeling a twinge of jealousy. You nudge your partner for a week, leading to a little spat, followed by passionate make-up moments, all while making a promise to be a bit kinder.
Goodness, here it comes again! Yet this year, I won’t be caught up in that familiar whirlwind; instead, my partner will be far away, off exploring the globe, just like my mom’s partner. It seems like both our significant others are off on their own adventures.
For many, this would be an emotional rollercoaster, but not for me. Growing up, my dad worked in the film industry and was often away on location, leaving me with my mom—a fierce, independent woman who could weather any storm.
This Valentine’s Day, I’ll be spending it with her. We’ve got plans for Chinese food, a movie, and some heart-to-heart talks about life. I can’t splurge on jewelry like a husband might, but I wish I could. What’s even more important is that we’ll dive into conversations about true, profound love.
It’s the love that comes from carrying a spirited little creature for nine months, only to have her burst into the world during a chaotic delivery that leaves the hospital staff scrambling. It’s the love you feel as you watch that little one navigate school, getting into mischief, while you stand up for her at every parent-teacher meeting. It’s the kind of love that encourages her to sing her heart out, knowing that you will always support her.
It’s also the love you witness when a woman rises at the crack of dawn to prepare homemade lunches for her three kids, driven by the memories of her own childhood. She’s faced her share of challenges, and even as a child, you try to grasp the pieces of her journey. She goes to work, and you head off to school, proudly sharing stories about your mom’s career. This love can spark fierce arguments (because you’re both a little too similar) but also brings immense comfort, as you can always be your true self with her.
Valentine’s Day is a celebration of love in all its forms. The love I hold today, and the love I will continue to cherish, is rooted in the unconditional affection I received from my parents, who loved each other openly and wholeheartedly. Every Valentine’s Day, we honor that first, all-consuming love. For better or for worse. In sickness and in health.
So here’s to you, Mom. I’m not going anywhere—except for some delicious Chinese food with you this Saturday night, and for many more evenings to come.
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