Valentine's Day. It strikes fear into the hearts of some men, disappointment into the hearts of some women, and indifference into the hearts of most other people. I didn't give the holiday much thought this year other than a vague hope to come across some leftover chocolate in the library staff room.
However, Valentine's Day did affect me in a way that had nothing to do with a 4pm sugar coma: it sparked yet another conversation among a certain group of girls about the fact that I am not yet married. Even at 10 years of age, this absolutely horrifies them. (Please note that they never ask - and I don't tell - if I am dating or if I have a boyfriend or anything in between. It's all or nothing with these girls, which I guess is a smart way to play it.)
Even though I am in no way concerned about my own current marital lack-of-status, I have grown to appreciate the conversations with these kids. My mother is awesome and supportive, but I think she may have given up on the idea of me getting married and having kids. Subsequently, these girls are the closest thing I have to a concerned, pushy maternal force. It does make a librarian feel loved. Here's part of the conversation:
Girl: "You have to get a husband so that you can have a baby. I will baby-sit for free."
Now, it would probably be worth it to have a kid just for this alone. I mean, day care ain't cheap. As if that weren't generous enough, the girl followed up by offering to help me actually snag a spouse:
Girl: "I will get you a husband!"
Me: "Oh yeah? Where are you going to get one?"
Girl (after a pause): "I don't know."
Honey, that goes for you and every other female in New York City.
A bit later in, I got serenaded at the reference desk by this same bunch of girls. The song? "Single Ladies" by Beyonce. Dance included. I love my job.
So, you all can keep your flowers and diamonds (although you can offer me chocolate, no strings attached). This librarian received a song, an offer she couldn't refuse, and a little bit of well-intentioned shaming. Feels like love to me.