Nobody is mean to my little girl

Valentine’s Day comes with great confusion in our house. Daniel is a lifelong hater of this “made up holiday”. Having the girls has softened him a little bit. I think he feels after I carried and delivered both girls (both naturally with no drugs), that he owes me a little Valentine’s love. Other than that I think he could care less. I am from a different mindset. I was the cute little blond hair, blue eyed, southern belle that couldn’t fit all her valentines in the little homemade mailbox at school. I love this day. Not because it should be the only day you get flowers/candy/etc. But because it is a fun day. I’m all for decorations (especially those that can be put on sweets) and having fun. This holiday, made up or not, is right up my alley. Yesterday, Reilly and I got all the stuff I bought to stuff bags for her classmates and her valentines out. She was pretty adamant that she didn’t want to give a few boys in her class valentines because they were mean to her. Excuse me, what did you say, some boy is mean to my little girl. Oh my, here comes momma bear. I proudly calmed down because I remembered why it is exactly that Daniel, her daddy, doesn’t like this day. It all started back in elementary school for him, when he received not one valentine on this very fun day. Now, I can think of a million things that could have made that situation better back then. However, here and now, there isn’t much I can do about it (especially since I was not even born when this very tragic event occurred). I very calmly explained to Reilly that just because these boys were mean, does not excuse her being rude. I explained that I was her mommy and I wanted to raise her with a certain set of values and morals. She seemed to understand this. But momma bear was still in there hurt for my baby. So, I crafted an idea. These mean boys would get a valentine and the same package of goodies that all the other kids would get, but it would be with a little twist. That’s right. All the other boys would be getting typical boy colors of the little baubles in the bags, but these three that are so mean to my little baby girl would get pink and purple. I know it is petty and I don’t care. Reilly was happy that they wouldn’t get green, blue or red. I was happy because she knows not to be rude and she was happy. That’s really all I momma can ask for polite and happy children. I did run this by Daniel so that I wasn’t creating a trauma filled day for these boys that would punish later girlfriends and future wife. He seemed to think it was perfect.