Growing up, Valentine’s Day was a big deal in our house. Throughout my younger years, I very distinctly remember my Mom making a mammoth-sized effort each Valentine’s Day to be entirely sure the entire home (dad, kids, dog …) felt extra loved each Feb. 14. She would start us off with V-day themed pancakes, then transition to lunch with a heart-shaped PB&J, all the chocolates a girl could hope for and myriad love notes were carefully placed in our lunch boxes, backpacks and dinner napkins for us to discover through the course of the day.
Even as I got older, I could always count on my mom to be my steadfast Valentine. Annually I would wait expectantly for care packages in college, and regardless of whether or not it was Valentine’s Day, it was my mother's top priority to make sure her family was loved on and felt extra-special … 365 days a year.
In as much as Valentine’s Day is branded as a romantic holiday, to me, that’s not really what it’s all about, it’s just not how I was raised. I feel that the spirit of Valentine’s Day is to spread the love, to those you love. My husband is made of solid gold, and I couldn’t feel more grateful to have him as my partner. My kids are adorable, funny, sweet and they light up my life in a way that makes me fill up with pure joy. Our dogs are selfless, loving furry angels who give us unconditional encouragement and support.
How blessed am I to be a part of a family unit that has so much love going on!
It’s been said before that I am my mother’s daughter. My mother is a wonderful woman who has taught me countless life lessons over my 35 years, both big and small, and our relationship is near and dear to my heart. As a girl, she taught me how to love, and as a woman, I can see what a gift that truly is. My recurrent Valentine’s Day wish is to follow in her footsteps and lift up the ones I love ... because that’s what moms do.
Jordan Schupbach is a mother of three living in the Fulshear area. She blogs at www.lattesandliving.com - sharing the good, the bad and the frenzied.