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I like to question things. I like to know the why behind something. Valentine’s Day is no exception. I was never one of those girls that wanted cards, candy, flowers, and jewelry for Valentine’s Day. I always viewed these gifts as unimportant if bought and given on Valentines Day as per “the standard”. Even at my most young self, I didn’t care for these things. This isn’t to say I don’t think they’re nice, I just understand they really hold no meaningful value in and of themselves.
I see gifts like these as “stuff” and so I don’t really see the point. Any readers of this here blog can likely tell that experiences are what’s important to me. Experiences make life worthwhile. Shared experiences bring so much more to a person, a couple, a family, a child.
At the same time, I value meaningful traditions. For example, my father has bought my mother a box of chocolate covered cherries every year since they’ve been together. That is a meaningful tradition. Although I don’t know all the parts of its meaning, I know it’s an important tradition to them. I know that without fail, my mother’s gotten this box of chocolates each year. Even this year, as my father works toward recovering from his illnesses over these last few weeks, he asked that I find and buy a box of those chocolates for him for her.
On the other hand, Hun and I haven’t created any traditions surrounding this holiday as yet. Part of this is because the holiday’s huge commercialism, frankly, disgusts me. Just as commercialism of any and every other holiday disgusts me.
This particular holiday though, full of its false methods of ‘proving’ one’s love to another, along with the hyperbolic expectations, gets under my skin. I’m not bitter, I have no reason to be bitter. I just cannot bring myself to understand the hoopla of this holiday. I can’t wrap my head around why it’s seemingly important to show one’s love and devotion (or just strong like) to another through chocolates, candy, flowers, and jewelry.
Do we really need reminders to express our feelings? Does this expression of feelings have to be in the form of gifts? Is it that important to be recognized for what we do for one another, that there’s even a sense of competition when it comes to this love-designed-gift-giving?
Nonetheless, I will do something small, thoughtful, and meaningful for Hun around Valentine’s Day. This year, he’ll get something nice and simple like these free printables I created.