Back then the little darlings of the preteen set, even the pre-preteen set, did not have to give every good little girl or good little boy, in their assigned classroom, a Valentine card. Why you ask? They simply did not have to. It was the way of the world at that time.
It was, for those who liked to be cruel, a free day of torture.
I know… I know… not all children think in those terms, but truthfully, take it from one that barely crawled out of that era with an ounce of strength left in my core; it was a day of pain.
You see, in the days that played before Valentine’s Day, we were set to work by the teachers with our cache of colourful construction paper, glue, sparkles, frilly hearts of all shapes and sizes, and our quest was to fashion our own little envelope, a mailbox of sorts. And on that fluffy day of hearts we were to carefully place, our envelope, on the corner of our desk, signalling to all that we were open for business. The business of receiving Valentine cards that is.
Let the pain begin! called the heralds.
He is richest who is content with the least…Socrates
But alas, I did not know of Socrates at that point in my life, instead, after diligently delivering all my own cards, I sat patiently waiting, hoping and praying, that I would receive some cards, any cards…please God…one card.
If there was a random free thought that seeped out of all that worry, it simmered in the juices of more worry, that perhaps, just perhaps, some of my Valentines, which I had carefully scripted for others, would not be welcomed!
It was like drowning in sugar candy misery.
I hope that I made cards for all in my class. I honestly don’t remember. I hope I did.
I was so relieved when my boys were little that the policy had changed in the schools. A class list was sent home every year in plenty of time for Valentine’s Day, with each and every student’s name carefully noted.
Disaster averted, gentle feelings protected.
Everyone is afraid of not being loved, and when you wait for that card on Valentine’s Day, it can feel like you are waiting for proof that you are loved. I do not take this as a lack of confidence; I believe that instead it shows the true weight of need.
I lift my perfectly fluffed, icing sculptured cupcake to all, in the hopes that your Heart day was a good one…cuz, I have faith in both… cupcakes and love.