Valentines Musings for My Munchkins We've survived many a ♥ day, you and I... There were years I was certain we'd never survive. Addressing endless valentines, fumbled shoebox crafts, scouring ingredients for peanut allergies lest we send a classmate into anaphylactic shock. "Bee Mine", "You Rock", "you're the purr-fect friend!" Huddled around the kitchen table, enduring the angst of picking which card goes to whom. Then there's always the mom whose kid does those damn Pinterest valentines when we all know you only want the sugar anyway. Elementary socialism demands a valentine for each boy, each girl - no exceptions. For years we've faithfully followed the rule, candy for everyone, no child left behind, until the straw that broke the camel's back. Now one's on strike, refusing to take Valentines at all if it means putting on a false face. Middle school's shark tank throws our kids in to sink or swim as they tread the social waters of tween hierarchy. Suddenly a normal Tuesday is rife with angst - girls and guys tiptoeing around each other, painfully anxious, parents helpless through it all. I do not envy you today, my loves.