V day

Every mother experiences Valentine surprises -- a normal yearly thing ... be it from their cute little devils who make crude handmade cards with their lagpas lagpas drawings to their grown up young men who send them gigantic bouquets as thank you for all those back breaking, nerve rattling years... Well, my in-between/not kid /not adult/ young /but feeling old teenager still managed to surprise me today. I spent the day thinking that at 17, he had grown jaded like a middle aged man. With a "bah-humbug!" tone early in the morning as I drove him to school this morning, he said he found the whole valentine idea "cheesy". End of story. Nope, no card, no greeting, no nothing. I thought to myself, yeah, maybe this is what happens in the end as boys grow up, they just forget about their poky old moms. I thought about all those sweet, crudely made cards year after year, the hugs and the sweetness, and felt a pang of...nostalgia? I got home from the office, it was the usual 'hi mom' greeting, but no card. I went upstairs to my bedroom, glanced at my dressing table, computer table... still no card. Well, I decided to just forget about it and get ready for bed, me, the poky old mom. And guess what - I saw it! a sweet, crudely made valentine card from my very practical son -- attached to the shelf at eye level in the bathroom right infront of the TOILET SEAT.