I’ve already told you bits and pieces of my now-exposed [obsessive] affair with Hallmark Gold Crown Stores.
It’s thorny territory for me to write about something so intimate and special, but at last I’m able to admit that sneaking away to be with ‘Mark is time that I long for and treasure. Escapes are carefully planned so that I am alone, without the distraction of children reaching and touching and interrogating. I strategize so that I can meander without the inconveniences of pressing deadlines. When I run to ‘Mark, I ensure that my thoughts are there only, able to linger on every carefully crafted word.
Like any good lover, I know the power of secrets, so won’t devulge everything [like how much Platinum status has cost me!]. But today I can’t help share this one item which has brought such joy to our kids:
As part of our family Valentine celebration I bought three of these adorable little books: one for each of our kids. The inside has pre-written pages that either prompt you with a question, fill-in-the-blank, or provide a check-mark style list for you to complete.
Others are sentimental and profound: “Thank you for teaching me how to_________”, “The thing I most admire about you is: ____________”.
By now it shouldn’t surprise me how much kids love these kinds of affirmations, but it does — every time. I truly marvel at how the human need for acceptance and love begins at such a young age.
My husband and I are huge fans of The Biggest Loser. Several weeks ago, Sam, one of the Samoan contestants, broke down in tears and was barely able to speak because of a recent conversation with his father. At 24 years old, it was the first time he had heard the words I’m proud of you.
And he was crushed with love and gratitude for those words.
Isn’t that sad, in a way? That this man had to wait nearly a quarter-of-a-century to hear that? My DNA dictates that I’d rather be open and free with the abyss of my heart than raise kids who feel uncertain about their parents’ affection.
If you’d like to see a new kind of inner light shine brightly on your child’s face, purpose to leave a sweet letter on her pillow or nestle a card in his dresser drawer.
He may not want to open it in the school cafeteria, but I guarantee that it will be ripped open with joy in your home, and stored away forever in his heart.