Remember being a teenager with your first crush? I remember mine well. A short, baby-faced boy named Robert who played the male lead role in all my daydreams and was the main reason I went to school that year. Like any other teenager Robert was fighting the same hormonal cocktail we all were, oily hair and pimples that seemed to invade your face for space overnight! Now, if another boy, who I did not have this ‘ soul connection’ with, tried to make a move on me I would have shot him down immediately for the same things I was willing to overlook in my precious love, Robert.
Looking back, I wish I could have taught the ‘young me’ some of the lessons I have learnt regarding love.
Firstly, I should always respect myself first, knowing how to look after me would ensure that I would never accept anything less from anybody else.
Secondly, if I was willing to accept the shortcomings of my significant other then I had to learn to accept mine.
Thirdly, I needed to stop looking to others to make me feel loved and validated, only I could validate myself and by doing so would be able to love others without emotional dependency.
Lastly, your first kiss is never as good as the one you fantasized about!
So this Valentines Day, I am not going to be a slave to the card trade, I will not wait for Hubby to arrive home bearing roses, (he never does, but boy would he score brownie points if he just brought home some Lindt truffles now and then!), but I am going to love my little family the same way I do everyday … except we may have chocolate for breakfast!