Now that we are far enough removed from Valentine’s Day, I can tell you my story.
Let me preface this story with a little background information about me.
I hate Valentine’s Day. And not just because I’m single. I hate Valentine’s Day probably even more when I’m in a relationship.
But I have a good reason, I promise.
My reasoning is this: I would much rather you do something nice or special, completely out of the blue, than on a made up holiday when all of the commercials tell you to do something nice.
If you can’t be a decent human being the other 364 days a year, please, don’t act like you are one on Valentine’s Day.
That being said, I am open-minded enough to allow for the possibility (hope, even) that there might be some guy out there willing to actually treat me how I should be treated on the other 364 days a year for me not to grimace on Valentine’s Day.
But what I’m telling you right now, is that I have not experienced it in my lifetime.
I’m getting off track.
This is why I don’t like talking about Valentine’s Day to begin with. I get off on that (^^^) tangent.
On the morning of Valentine’s Day, I was in the kitchen at school. Doing one of my absolute most favorite things of the day. I get to greet every single student that comes through the kitchen with a smile and a “good morning.”
And on this particular day, one of my students comes through the line, and tells me that she has something for me.
I’m going to be really honest, I was a little nervous. Let’s just say that teenagers do not always have the best intentions behind that statement.
Fortunately, in this case, the intent was pure and honest and joyful.
She brought me a card, for Valentine’s Day.
That wasn’t really the gift. Let’s be honest, the card was something that they found on sale. A card that has the dreaded glitter all over it. It was just a piece of paper.
The real gift was her giving me the card.
Many of my students don’t have much. They come from low income families, and sometimes from families who do use the meager income for other than honorable purposes.
So for one of these students to be able to give a gift of, well, anything, is HUGE.
But the look on her face, the smile, the pure JOY on this girls face the moment she was able to hand me that card, now THAT was the real gift.
That is the gift that I see every single time I see the card, which, is still taped to my desk.
That is a precious gift that is priceless.
This beautiful child that was over the moon ecstatic over being able to give a few of us a card.
Now that is a gift that is going to be difficult to beat moving forward.