Valentine’s Day in grammar school was
an occasion my classmates and I looked forward to. Girls with
creative bents were selected a few days beforehand to decorate a
cardboard box with pretty paper and hearts to hold the cards. A slit
was cut in the top. We had studies the first half of the day, but in
the afternoon, it was party time. Besides passing out the Valentine cards, the elected room mothers came with treats for all.
On the big day, each student dropped his/her Valentines in the pretty box and waited impatiently for the party to
begin. In 4th grade, I had a crush on a boy, whose name I won't mention. I hoped
he would give me a Valentine so I would know if he liked me too. Imagine my delight when I opened an envelope and found a card from him inside. It
didn’t matter that a big, smiling skunk was staring at me from the
card. I don’t recall the message from the skunk, but I cherished that card.
We had about 20-something students in our
classroom. I normally had 10 cards to give away after the package was divided among my four siblings and me. There were never enough
cards to give to every classmate. I fretted over leaving anyone out. I didn't want them to think I didn't like them.
Everyone knew the popular kids in
the class "had" to receive Valentine cards. The least popular were
lucky to receive half the number. Since I was timid, I fit into the latter group. I came home with
around 10 cards, the same number I gave away. It made me feel a little rejected, but as I now
ponder on it, I don’t believe this was a sign of rejection as much
as a shortage of Valentine cards shortage in certain families.
Like myself, some classmates came from
large families. I figure their mothers, the same as mine, bought one
large package of Valentines and divided them among their children. With
20-something classmates and only 10 cards, it was a hard choice. If I had it to do over, I would address
my Valentine cards to those classmates who would likely come up short.
It was also 4th grade when a boy
named William touched my heart on Valentine’s Day. He walked into the classroom the morning of our party, proudly bearing a plate piled high with home-baked cookies, and announced, “Mama said we couldn’t
afford to buy valentines for everybody, so she baked these
cookies for everybody.” William’s eyes teared up as he proudly made his way
down each aisle placing a cookie on every student's desk.
The cookies were soft, chewy, and delicious. More so, because William’s mother had sacrificed her time, and probably ingredients
she could not afford to spare, to whip up a batch of cookies for a
bunch of rambunctious kids.
gift was better than the prettiest Valentine card any of us could
receive because she put her love into every cookie. When someone makes a sacrifice like William's mother did, expecting nothing in return, well it makes the gift all the sweeter.
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