The Day I Became One of “Those” Moms: A Valentine’s Day Tale

Last updated on: February 14, 2019 at 7:00 am by JoAnna Wahlund

The Day I Became One of “Those” Moms: A Valentine’s Day Tale 2019-02-11T22:30:13-08:00 JoAnna Wahlund

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In early 2007, my daughter Elanor, who had just turned two, was attending a local daycare center in our city. Around the beginning of February, the director of the center told me that they were going to have a Valentine’s Day party on February 14. All of the kids from the toddlers on up were going to make valentines for each other, and they wanted each child to bring in a homemade valentine box.

I inwardly winced; I knew I could wrestle all weekend with a glue gun but still produce something that would look like a head-on collision between Sesame Street and a nightmare. I really didn’t want to make my toddler blush with shame.

I had a sudden inspiration, and knew exactly what to do: I called my mother. All the Martha Stewart genes in the family had passed me by, but my mother had them in spades (my sister got them too; I somehow managed to cop the bibliophile genes instead).

I explained what I needed, and asked her if she’d be willing to whip something up for Elanor.

“A shoebox with some paper doilies or construction-paper hearts will be fine,” I told her. “Nothing too elaborate.”

She enthusiastically agreed (in hindsight, that should have been my first inkling of what was to come), and promised she’d have it done by the following weekend.

Sure enough, she called me the Friday before Valentine’s Day to tell me the box was done. We made arrangements to meet and pick it up.

I had asked for a shoebox with some artfully arranged stickers, stamps, and maybe some curling ribbon.

What I got was this:

Valentine's Day Box

A pink princess castle with five turrets and a drawbridge.

“Mom,” I said. “I asked for a shoebox.”

“I know,” she said apologetically. “But I found this really cute idea online, and… well, I got a little carried away.”

“She worked on it for hours,” my stepfather offered. “It turned out really great, don’t you think?”

On Valentine’s Day, I walked into the daycare with that box, and every single mother in the room turned and stared at me — or rather, at what I was carrying.

“This is Elanor’s valentine box,” I said sheepishly. “Her grandmother made it.”

As the other mothers exchanged stupefied glances, I knew I had become, for once in my life, one of those moms. (It’s never happened since.)

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