As a child it was loads of fun to make Valentines for each member of my class. Valentines are healing in so many ways. I felt the good feeling of making something for someone else.
Looking back on the time, I realize now, Mom was probably just finding projects to keep me and my three sisters busy for a couple of afternoons. We cut and pasted, trimmed and folded. I loved the color pink, so it didn’t surprise anyone when all my valentines had more pink on them and that I kinda’ dominated the pink crayon out of the set of crayons us sisters shared.
Mom was careful to have us take a break with hot chocolate and marshmallows out on the porch so we didn’t muss up our Valentines and, so we wouldn’t get too weary before our mission was accomplished. It was an exciting time of the school year.
Being the youngest of the four, Mom helped my valentines “just a little” so they would be presentable. We lived on a simple budget, so the one package of store bought Valentines purchased had to be shared out between us. Also bought was a box of Valentine candies and we carefully put one candy in each Valentine. I had four store Valentines and twenty-two homemade Valentines when I set out for school the morning of Valentine’s Day.
Of course, my teacher would get a store bought Valentine and I had made the biggest homemade one for her too. Then there was my two best friends, Elaine and Joanna. I had made them a homemade Valentine plus a store Valentine. I had one store Valentine left and I couldn’t think of one more person to give it to. It was so special.
My teacher had set aside the afternoon for exchanging Valentines. It was difficult for us all to think of school work when so much was going to happen that day. All morning I looked around the room to see someone who would get my last special store Valentine. I talked it over with my two friends and they made suggestions too, but the ones they suggested were more their friends and I was a “tag-along.”
Then exchange time came and the energy level of the classroom escalated to a high roar. Notes flying around the room and everyone smiling. I got twenty-four Valentines. Most my Valentines had a candy in them too, so I thought I had a pretty good trade around. Valentines are healing in so many ways and I knew I had many friends.
Through all the excitement, I clear forgot about my last special store Valentine. As I walked from the bus to home, I remembered it. As I rounded the last corner, there was Daddy’s car parked in the driveway. The love swelled inside me and I had such a good idea. I ran into the house, got the crayons and paper out.
I made one more Valentine. A big one with lots of pink on it because I knew Mom liked pink too. That was probably where I got the idea to have it be my color. I wrote “I Love You” on the back of both Valentines. Then I gave the one store Valentine to Daddy and the homemade Valentine to Mom.
They were so surprised and Daddy grabbed me up into his arms and told me he never had such a sweet little “Milly” in his life. I knew I was special. It was the first dawning on my little heart that I was born to my “Best Friends.”
