It’s commercialized, expensive, and time-consuming, dictated by tradition. Parenting, that is.
Maybe, then, that’s why the commercialized, expensive Valentine’s Day has become ever more appealing post-child. Put simply, it gives us the chance to focus on something else–being married adults.
I don’t ever regret being a parent. I say without hesitation it is the greatest thing I will ever do. But it would be a lie to say that–at least at this stage in child development–that your role is generally parent first, spouse second. Because of our work schedules, simultaneous weekends off only occur once a month, a weekend off without child is pretty much triannual.
Valentine’s has become a celebration of each other, where we devote a weekend to just being us. Almost a weekend of anti-parenting. Parker gets to visit his grandparents, and we get a weekend doing the things we want to do, without concern over nap schedules, eating times, and the fluctuating needs an d attitudes of a two year-old.
So Valentine’s has changed dramatically. Instead of it being a holiday that is dutifully observed, it has become a weekend worthy of celebration. And by the end, we’re terribly excited to get our little boy back and be parents. In a way, it almost has come to serve as an anniversary, a way to toast another year of being parents to the most special boy in the world. A parenting fiscal year, if you will.
Perhaps Valentine’s won’t always carry such a special sentiment for us, but while it does, we’ll do exactly what the industry wants us to do and bolster their profits.