Love Through The Xbox
/I'm straddling the fence when it comes to Valentines day. Which, to be crude, because why not, will likely be the only straddling down this commercial holiday. I can't decide if I love it or loathe it.
My husband, bless his cotton socks, has done his best with my ambivalence about V-day. He's taken the middle road, the high road, the low road and every path in between.
This year, he's taken no road at all since he's stuck in a three-day workshop and all but forgotten what day it is. I'm okay with this. I've grown. We've been together almost 22 years, married for almost 16 and I no longer judge my value to him by the size of the box of chocolates he buys at the gas station for me.
Our romance runs deeper than that.
Like if he'll accept my game invitation when playing Call of Duty online. That's love, people.
Fun fact: I dumped my husband on Feb. 10 when we were 16 years old because I wanted to avoid Valentines day. I still liked Boo but I didn't have a gift for him and I wasn't sure if his older brother was going to let him see me that day and I was just kind of over dating drama. So I dumped him. AND BROKE HIS HEART.
That decision, made as an immature, scared 16 year old has come back to haunt me more times than not in our long history together.
It turns out, older siblings have long memories when they see their baby brother heart broken and oh, there's nothing quite like giving your husband leverage for the rest of your lives together.
"Oh hey Tanis, remember that time you dumped me out of the blue, broke my heart and killed romance all because you didn't want to get off your duff to buy a two dollar Hallmark card for the boy who wanted to give you the moon? Ya. Good times."
He's forgiven me but he will never ever let me forget, either. It's a Taylor Swift song just begging to be written.
Yet, I can't just roll my eyes and write off Valentines day as an old married cynic either.
This year, I get to witness Valentines day through a new filter.
I'm watching my 16-year-old daughter go through her first Valentines day with an actual Valentine contender. Puppy love is contagious, as Abbott will confirm, but there really is something magical about young love, and hope and joy.
It's all so innocent.
Of course, it may all crash and burn on her in a few hours and thus another Valentine's cynic is born, but for right now, with all her blushing and school girl giggling, I'm able to experience this holiday in a way that I was too scared to do myself, all those years ago.
I'm not going to closely examine what it says about my life that I'm living vicariously through my children's teenage lives.
Note to self: NEED MOAR TEENAGED KIDS.
I'm just going to wrap myself in the knowledge that I am, in fact, so incredibly lucky to have loved as well as I have and I'm going to hope that my children love just as well. Regardless of how any of their Valentines days turn out.
As for my Valentines day, well I'm going to steal any candy my kids may receive, pour myself a glass of wine and see if I can't connect with my husband via the Xbox.
Nothing says love like kicking his arse in a game of violence.
My husband, bless his cotton socks, has done his best with my ambivalence about V-day. He's taken the middle road, the high road, the low road and every path in between.
This year, he's taken no road at all since he's stuck in a three-day workshop and all but forgotten what day it is. I'm okay with this. I've grown. We've been together almost 22 years, married for almost 16 and I no longer judge my value to him by the size of the box of chocolates he buys at the gas station for me.
Our romance runs deeper than that.
Like if he'll accept my game invitation when playing Call of Duty online. That's love, people.
Jumby's Valentine to his father and I this morning.
Fun fact: I dumped my husband on Feb. 10 when we were 16 years old because I wanted to avoid Valentines day. I still liked Boo but I didn't have a gift for him and I wasn't sure if his older brother was going to let him see me that day and I was just kind of over dating drama. So I dumped him. AND BROKE HIS HEART.
That decision, made as an immature, scared 16 year old has come back to haunt me more times than not in our long history together.
It turns out, older siblings have long memories when they see their baby brother heart broken and oh, there's nothing quite like giving your husband leverage for the rest of your lives together.
"Oh hey Tanis, remember that time you dumped me out of the blue, broke my heart and killed romance all because you didn't want to get off your duff to buy a two dollar Hallmark card for the boy who wanted to give you the moon? Ya. Good times."
He's forgiven me but he will never ever let me forget, either. It's a Taylor Swift song just begging to be written.
Yet, I can't just roll my eyes and write off Valentines day as an old married cynic either.
This year, I get to witness Valentines day through a new filter.
I'm watching my 16-year-old daughter go through her first Valentines day with an actual Valentine contender. Puppy love is contagious, as Abbott will confirm, but there really is something magical about young love, and hope and joy.
It's all so innocent.
Of course, it may all crash and burn on her in a few hours and thus another Valentine's cynic is born, but for right now, with all her blushing and school girl giggling, I'm able to experience this holiday in a way that I was too scared to do myself, all those years ago.
I'm not going to closely examine what it says about my life that I'm living vicariously through my children's teenage lives.
Note to self: NEED MOAR TEENAGED KIDS.
I'm just going to wrap myself in the knowledge that I am, in fact, so incredibly lucky to have loved as well as I have and I'm going to hope that my children love just as well. Regardless of how any of their Valentines days turn out.
As for my Valentines day, well I'm going to steal any candy my kids may receive, pour myself a glass of wine and see if I can't connect with my husband via the Xbox.
Nothing says love like kicking his arse in a game of violence.
*****
Four years ago, my husband and I gave received the best Valentines present ever:
We love you kid.