Even if one has a special someone, the subject of valentine’s day is a highly pressurized one. I say this as an objective observer. For this was the first year in many that I actually had any sort of Valentine’s Day at all. For a long time I wore a mask of a woman who protested Valentine’s Day saying it was just propaganda by the floral, candy and greeting card companies. “It is for those poor slobs that think, I better do something nice today or I am going to pay for it for the rest of the year.” I would proclaim. “I don’t have to worry about that in my relationship.”
At least this part was true. There was little point in stressing about something that was not going to happen. I was covering for a relationship with huge flaws, emotional neglect not being the least of them. I was not going to get what I needed from it and had given up trying. Well this year was different and perhaps has saved me from complete cynicism on the subject. No, I am not about to give further details on that, I do not kiss and tell. But I do smile when I think of it.
I recently heard someone describe what it was like to get glasses when you did not realize you needed them. I could see fine, or so I thought. Then someone gave me glasses. What had been obscured or reduced to blobs of color, took shape and were suddenly rich with depth and texture. I can indeed see and now I cannot stop looking. The more I look, the more I see.
Relationships may very well be our biggest challenge as humans. It is never listed among what we need to survive, yet it should be; food, water, shelter & genuine human contact. We are tribal creatures after all and no one of us is truly an island. I believe it is that quest that is the underlying motivation for everything else we do. It is our search for approval, acceptance, connection . . . . love and how successful we feel that search was, is ultimately how we will define the success of our lives.
I am very fortunate to have friends who are intelligent, warm and wise. We seem to have weathered our own natural disasters coming through to the other side of the storm with our hearts enough in tact to heal and try again. For each other we post road signs as we travel down various paths. Paths will cross as paths often do. Like a trail of bread crumbs there are signs along the way; slow, stop, yield, do not enter, caution, dangerous curves, construction ahead, dead end, one way, detour and so on. Even when we cannot see. . .these signs glow in the dark.
The most important of these signs is the Welcome. When we have successfully and safely navigated through a challenge, or a process, or a season . . . those that love us are waiting just beyond the Welcome sign. We give each other hugs, congratulation and of course there are balloons. To me no celebration is complete without balloons.
There is a friend among us traveling down a particularly difficult path right now. I would like to say that she should be through it already. However, we all move at our own pace and it is unfair to measure anyone with someone else’s yardstick. It is not that the path is hidden in darkness, it is that she has her eyes closed. She does this because she knows what lies beyond the Welcome sign.
Yes, we will all be there to embrace her upon her safe arrival. Nevertheless, this welcome sign marks the end of something very precious to her. She stumbles along, sometimes crawling; battered, bruised and bleeding. As painful as this is to watch, there is only so much we can do. So we continue to call to her and offer bells, horns and whistles to beckon her on. We illuminate the road signs, which she spots on occasion when she peeks through her fingers. When she has learned what this path is designed to teach her, she will find her way to the Welcome sign; where we are waiting with hugs, first aid and of course, balloons.