Carmen, in her own words:
So it’s that special time of year again. When Every Joe Shmoe, Ma Pa and Big name Giant come together to gouge and milk every cent that they can by exploiting the human emotion
Every person in this wonderful country is exposed and brainwashed, from the day they open their eyes to the day they die, to buy into the commercially driven Hallmark holiday - known as Valentine’s Day.
Now, I’m not going to go into a huge rant about Anti-Valentines this and that. Because I still enjoy and bask in celebrating romance and get giddy in planning and surprising my significant other. But hear me out. I am a very creative and resourceful human being. I jump at the chance to spend endless hours, sacrificing what spare minuets I have as a busy momma of 3, cutting, melting my finger prints off with a glue gun and putting together BEAUTIFUL and Original Valentines for my Children.
However this year when my daughter brought home the ever-growing list of student names from her class.
Well …I was crushed ..I swallowed the tears brimming at the corners of my eyes and nodded my head in acceptance of what had just been told to me.
Somewhere in the back of my head, like an old movie reel projection of my past, played out in my head. I saw myself telling my mother that I was too old for Care Bare stuff.
Then it hit me like a ton of bricks.