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| Be My Valentine |
The Boy has delivered his first Valentine. His first proper Valentine.
And I have mixed emotions.
Half of me is delighted. His Valentine is a wonderful girl,
pretty and popular in the school and one with whom he has been friends from the
very first day he arrived.
But.
But there is a bit of me that is absolutely terrified that
he is going to get hurt and I don’t think I will ever be able to forgive his
Valentine if she is the one who puts the boot in on his fragile dreams.
My imagination goes into overdrive and I picture him tentatively handing over the card to his
Valentine in front of the whole class all her fiends and all of his and opening
up a whole can of worms on the teasing front. Can you imagine it?
Even if his valentine was pleased with the all the attention,
all it would take is one other child to say something silly and the moment would
be destroyed and instead of being happy The Boy’s Valentine would be humiliated
and in turn furious with The Boy for putting her in such a situation. There would be ructions and I don't think my boy would recvover easily.
So knowing he was nervous of rejection and the whole Valentine
thing in general I was hoping that he’d cop out and not go ahead with it; but
he’s made of sterner stuff. Luckily I was able to persuade him not to give the
valentine at school.
So it has been delivered into the hands of the girl's mother
with strict instructions not to let her daughter have it until they are on
their way skiing tonight for half term.
At least this way if he is rejected it can be done quietly
and more importantly no one will know, at least not until after half term!
