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February 16, 2007 Frances Friday: My Valentine
Tuesday evening, Frances helped me pick out which of her Scooby Doo valentines (selected by hers truly) she wanted to give to which daycare classmate. She folded them, I wrote the names on, then she peeled the sticker from the sheet and sealed the cards by herself. They were slightly, charmingly off-kilter, and won't be anywhere near as beautiful to their intended recipients as they are to me. We did this even though the weather forecasts said we might be having a snowday on Valentine's, because if we didn't, goddammit, Frances would need her cards. We also picked out cards for her teachers. "Would you like to give one to C?" I asked. C is the Executive Director of the centre, and she adores Frances, even though lately Frances has been dragging her sleeping mat to her best friend's side during naptime because she's not ti-ohed,, thus disrupting everyone else's naptime, and as a mother I understand how crucial a solid naptime is to a caregiver's mental state. "Yes," said Frances. "It will make her look vewy happy." I know it made me look vewy happy. When she brought home her bundle of Valentine's goodies that afternoon (and OH MY GOD will the world stop with the escalation of minor holidays? Your kid's just getting a card, do you hear me? Just a card! A cardlet, no less, a mere scrap of pre-printed paper upon which will be emblazoned a cartoon character with some cheesy punnish sentiment. I refuse to descend into candy and cookies, or next thing you know we'll have to buy individualized gifts for each classmate with their names engraved on a gold plaque, and I am not sliding down that slippery slope. If you are very lucky, we might make a card, one day, when Frances is capable of wielding both scissors and glue without supervision. Until then, tough cookies), we opened all the cards and the CANDIES and the PRESENTS including plastic JEWELERY, and no I am not hyperventilating, and we paused to admire the handmade card that S had given her. "That's beautiful. Isn't that beautiful, Frances?" "Yes. S is my best fwend." "Aww, I'm so glad you have a good friend at school. That's great." "And she's my Valentine." Of course, S got a crappy Scooby Doo valentine cardlet from us. Actually, she got two, because Frances wanted to give her two, because she's her best fwend and vewy nice. But she also got a few of the photos I took of her and Frances holding hands at the Hallowe'en daycare parade, and that's just going to have to be good enough. Posted by Andrea at February 16, 2007 6:47 AM under Frances Friday EMAIL this entry (comments fields are below this section) Comments Hey Andrea, Count me on protesting the gift baggies for every damn occasion too. We could afford it, but we just refuse to play along. The Boy came home with 6 or 8 little packages from school, (plus valentines) but we only gave out superhero valentines. Maybe when he is bigger, we might (MIGHT)make cookies for the class party, but we will not be sending home little packages for every kid. I understand that most people aren't showing off, that they just think it is a nice idea, but I can't helping thinking of the parents who can't afford it and who feel pressured to produce 18 baggies of goodies for every holiday. It must feel like another way they can't give to their kids. Posted by: Chris (mombie) at February 16, 2007 7:53 AM
I echo Chris's comment above. When I was a kid we couldn't always afford the "nice" cards even. Believe you me, past a certain age ALL the kids know when you're bringing in bargain basement things to share! Awww.... I'm jealous of anyone who got to be Frances vewy special Valentine! Posted by: Miche at February 16, 2007 8:44 AM
I've been doing these for a couple years now, them pre-made Valentine's cards. I wrote the names all out the other day on the cards and couldn't figure out how to fold them without the person knowing who it was for. I thought they went in envelopes and I didn't have enough envelopes for 18 kids. Now I see I was to fold them with the name on the OUTSIDE then stick the sticker to hold it. Duhhhh... thanks for that lesson. Better luck next year. Posted by: LauraJ at February 16, 2007 8:45 AM
AWWWWWWWW, hew best fwend. My Friday mantra: I heart Frances and all things Frances. Posted by: yankee,transferred at February 16, 2007 9:57 AM
Yeah. She's perfect, isn't she? Chris & Miche--good point. I hadn't even gotten that far--just being lazy and irritable, as per usual. Posted by: Andrea at February 16, 2007 10:12 AM
Frances is adorable. It never occurred to me to give Valentines to the kids in my kids' daycare, and yesterday when I picked them up they were loaded down with candy & cards. I felt terrible. But you know what? I don't know the names of all the kids in their daycare. In fact I don't know how many of them there are! Blake doesn't either. Sasha might. Ptttpth. Posted by: Jennifer at February 16, 2007 11:00 AM
I always got hit for 35 - 40 cupcakes ( per kid!) when my kids were in junior elementary school. I love the boxed Valentines, much easier. Miss three-year-ol grandkid and I did them for her daycare last weekend. Then she steamed up and had to deliver them all early. When her mother started growling, I reminded her of the cupcake thing. Guess you couldn't do that now, between nut allergies and lack of sanitation. Posted by: Mary G at February 16, 2007 4:16 PM
I'm back, thankfully here they don't do EVERY Holiday, for some reason they don't celebrate Easter. I find that odd since Easter IS bigger than Valentine's day. No class party, no treats, nothing. Perhaps because Easter is a religious holiday? But then again so is Christmas (for the most part.) Posted by: LauraJ at February 16, 2007 8:56 PM
I'm into making little cards and things, so I made cards for my students. We do a little more than just the little cards for Valentine's, but we manage to mash a lesson or three in there with the cards and candy. We talk about letter carriers, and what the job they do entails; we talk about love for one's family; and we do lots of math and counting with hearts. (One of the more popular lessons is to give each child a handful of the chalky hearts with the messages on them, and have them graph out the hearts by color. Once they've graphed them correctly, they're allowed to eat the candy.) I don't go all out for each and every holiday, but I do enjoy giving the kids fun stuff to look forward to. They have to see that learning can be fun, or it colors their whole perception of school for years to come. I am glad, however, that Offspring is out of the whole cartoon character Valentine mode. Less work for us! Posted by: KLee at February 16, 2007 9:18 PM
Ugh. Because we don't celebrate Valentine's Day, I didn't even think to send Mme L to daycare with cards. I'm with you, though, on the escalation. In the last daycare she was in, it was de rigeur to give "loot bags" to the other kids when it was your kid's birthday (this daycare was in a much wealthier neighbourhood than the one we're in now). There was no way I could afford that. Her class got homemade birthday cupcakes the week before VDay, though, so I figure I did my duty. Posted by: NotSoSage at February 17, 2007 2:21 PM
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