This is still one of my favorite V-Day moments (awkwardness, inappropriateness, and fear for my safety aside).
On February 14th a few years back, Ry, my daughter, then 5 years old, trotted into my room to wish me a happy Valentine’s Day, to hand me a stunning hand-made card, and to neck.
Sure, they tell you not to make-out with your kids, but sometimes there’s a fine line between so cute and so scary.
What parent doesn’t secretly love it when their child says they want to marry them (assuming they’re too young for marriage at the time)? I mean, for how many more years are they going to want to hug, snuggle, or hold hands?
“This card is sooo beautiful. Come give Mommy a kiss,” I said in a very innocent non-romantic way.
Ry, maybe wanting to show me the magnitude of the holiday, grabbed my face with both hands and planted the biggest soap opera smooch on me. I started to giggle mid-peck…
“Ummm, okay cutie,” I said feeling partly amused and partly violated. Continue reading