I got a Valentine this morning. I was on breakfast duty, directing traffic at the cafeteria door as I do every morning. Kids were coming in hauling big bags of treats for their classes, and seemed already “sugared up” even though they were hours away from getting any of those treats. As the crowd thinned out after buses had arrived and the last few car riders were trickling in, a boy came by with just a bag of Charms pops. He stopped and opened the bag and handed one to me and said “Happy Valentine’s Day.”
He’s not one of “my” students, except as I claim all of our school’s students, but he often does some of his work in the room I share with another teacher. One day quite some time ago when he was working in the room, I gave him a compliment. He has never forgotten. He greets me with a smile, saying my name. (Many students walk right past my “Good mornings” as they head to breakfast.) And today, he gave me a Valentine. A green sour apple Charms pop. The first one out of the bag.
I was charmed.