adaptive scissorsIt was 30 minutes before the girls had to be in school. I sat on the stool by the kitchen counter frantically pulling apart the supposedly perforated Valentine’s cards. The perforation didn’t do much, so I reached out to grab the closest pair of scissors, and those happened to be Nichole’s adaptive ones. Little snip by little snip I got them. Twenty minutes now. The clock was ticking.

I got the cards last night. The simple kind with no candy, or pencils, or erasers. Nothing, just plain little cards. 99 cents.  And I got two boxes, because I had to get Valentine’s done for two of my girls.

I probably should have gotten them ready last night as well. But no, I was too tired. I took a shower and went to bed thinking, “It won’t take more than 10 minutes.” Ha!

Worst Valentine Mom

My oldest is in Second grade and she came home a couple of weeks ago with the list of names of all the kids in her class. For two days she worked on her Valentines. She cut out hearts out of card-stock and folded them in half. She decorated the outside with fancy letters with the “to” and “from” and “Happy Valentine’s Day.” On the inside, she wrote a poem for each one of her classmates.  Yes, each kid got their personal poem. They all started with “Roses are red, Violets are blue….” For the kid that likes SpongeBob she wrote, “Roses are red, Violets are blue, I know you like SpongeBob, Did you know I do too?” Then she taped a piece of candy to each one of them. I’ve never been more impressed by a Valentine’s card before. It was all her idea, she knew exactly what she was going to do and she did it.

My other two girls – in Kindergarten and First grade – really don’t care. So the class lists sat on the kitchen counter, or on the craft table, or on their bedroom floor, I don’t know.

So this morning it was a frantic race to find the lists. Thankfully my husband had rescued one of them a while back and knew where it was. The other one…well…the dog ate it! I mean seriously, the dog ate it! My puppy ate the list of names for the Valentines! And what do you do about that?

You write,

To: My friend

From: Nina

And that my friends, is the most impersonal, lame, and boring card any kid could ever get. I really should have just grabbed the candy that has a spot for the “to” and “from.” At least you can forgive anonymity if you get some chocolate, right? So my poor kid is the one with those Valentines.

Oh and I know, kids should write their own Valentines, print their name and their friend’s names. My youngest has Down syndrome, and she can’t write, so I do have to write them myself. My middle daughter could do it, if I had planned this with time, if I had bought her Valentine’s before she was already sleeping last night and before it became a moment of, “OH NO, WE FORGOT ALL ABOUT THE VALENTINES!!!”

This morning on Facebook I saw one of my friends post pictures of her daughter’s Valentine’s. They were seriously amazing. Perfectly assembled little Minion boxes (from the movie, Despicable Me) that said, “You are one in a ‘Minion'” And I am sure there was candy inside each one of them.  I had just stuck my lame-o little cards in sandwich bags and put those in the girls’ backpacks.

It’s official, I’m the worst Valentine’s Day mom…ever!

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