Call me an old grumpy boots, but I don’t like Valentine’s Day. I don’t see the point of spending a lot of money on overpriced chocolates, flowers and cards, when the best way to show your love is to be thoughtful and helpful the remaining 364 days of the year!
Yet last night I managed not to laugh as my little sons painstakingly wrote and illustrated their very first Valentine’s cards. I suppose my ‘bah-humbug’ attitude has something to do with the fact that I grew up in countries where this day was never celebrated. It was a shock to the system to arrive in the UK at the age of 25 and have to comfort grown women crying on my shoulder because they hadn’t received any secret Valentines…
Of course international florists and confectionery companies have tried to expand the tradition worldwide, but some countries are still bravely holding out. In China, for instance, the day of love falls on the 7th day of the 7th lunar month, and it’s more geared towards the celebration of daughters and hoping they will find a suitable marriage partner. In Romania and Bulgaria the 1st of March is celebrated, both as a way of thanking women for their contribution to the family and society, and also to celebrate the arrival of Spring. In Japan, traditionally it used to be the women who were pampered with gifts on the 14th of March, but in recent years women have started giving gifts to their lovers as well. When? Well, conveniently enough, a month earlier, on the 14th of February – reciprocity being, of course, very important in Japanese culture.
Although even the above countries are succumbing somewhat to the commercial phenomenon of Valentine’s Day, Brazil is still steadfastly against it. They have a ‘love day’ in June, but February is just too busy with carnival to worry about anything else.
So I’ll neither encourage nor discourage my children to celebrate Valentine’s Day. After all, they have to fit in with their schoolmates. But I will subtly let them know it’s not important if you don’t receive any Valentines, and that there are other days in the year too for expressing their feelings. And they’d better learn to give me a Martisor on the 1st of March, or else…!