By: Carol Rood
Valentine’s Day. My Lovely Bluebell and I are about to celebrate an anniversary in April, and in all the years we have been together, we have never celebrated Valentine’s Day.
You know, now that I think about it, that is actually not accurate. We did celebrate Valentine’s Day once. Just once. I got my Lovely Bluebell some flowers and a stuffed animal, and she got me……nothing. So I made sure she knew she had forgotten to get me something, and then she went out and bought me a stuffed animal and some chocolates. Me being the sweet, forgiving person that I am, I gave them right back to her. Of course she was across the room when I gave them (read: threw them) back to her. The way I look at it, you can’t go get me something AFTER I remind you it is Valentine’s Day and that you forgot. At that point the gesture is meaningless.
So after that incident, we just didn’t participate in the day. Sometimes we would get each other cards, but that was the extent. No gifts, no dates, nothing. It wasn’t really discussed, I guess we just decided without needing to talk about it.
So you can imagine my Lovely Bluebell’s surprise when I turned to her last week and said, “Hey, do you want to go to dinner next week for Valentine’s Day?” She looked a bit shocked and said, “Do you want to?” My response: “Sure, I guess.”
I have to admit I don’t think it was really about Valentine’s Day, but more about the fact that we had not had a date night in a while and as the parents of three teenaged boys, we NEED date nights. I suppose I was just thinking Valentine’s Day is a good excuse to go out to dinner.
After that conversation I put it out of my mind, but apparently I was the only one who did that. Poor Lovely Bluebell must have been worried (she was probably having flashbacks), because within a couple of days I was told I needed to cancel Joe Cool’s guitar lesson so we wouldn’t be late for our dinner reservation.
I had forgotten about THE Valentine’s Day disaster of many years ago. I must have triggered some latent guilt trip, because dinner reservations were made lickety split! It is surprising to me because usually I am the social planner. Lovely Bluebell didn’t waste any time making reservations. AND she made them at our favorite Indian restaurant!
So ladies and gentlemen, I guess the lesson learned here is never underestimate the power of a tossed teddy bear. It can do wonders for date nights for years to come.