This year, I was a part of three different Valentines that spoke to my soul.
The first one was made by my son. He wanted to get started making Valentines for his favorite people at the end of January! I cut out paper hearts for him and he stamped them, stickered them, and tried to write something on each one. He really went all out on one heart, in particular. When he was finished with it, I asked him who it was for. He said, in a very matter-of-fact tone, “This one is for me!” As if I should have known!
The beautiful thing about it was the lesson that I chewed on for a while afterward. Why shouldn’t he make a Valentine for himself? His child-like nature doesn’t have narcissism, nor a complex about telling it like it is. He loves himself, in the best way possible. I wondered how many times I should have given myself some love, but instead was too busy focusing on “making Valentines” for everyone else. He balanced both worlds – loving himself and loving others.
The second Valentine was made for me by my sweet 7-year-old niece. She called me while she was visiting my mom and said, “Tia, I saw you singing on your YouTube video and it was so beautiful, I knew I needed to start writing music too!” She went on to tell me that she had a notebook where she was writing down the words to the songs that were coming to her mind and heart. I asked her to sing me one, and with amazing confidence, she sang!
She said something to the effect of, “I know we each have a jewel in our hearts that has our gifts in it and we should use those gifts! My gifts are singing and writing songs, like you! I want to sing as much as I can.” I told her she should absolutely keep singing and writing music. A few days later, in the mail, I got a large heart that read: “You inspired me so much that I just kept on singing!”
Her wisdom and confidence in her God-given abilities was so pure, it reminded me that it’s okay to rejoice in the gifts I have been given. And knowing that I inspired a little girl, who I happen to love very much, outweighs the success of most of my musical endeavors by a mile.
The final Valentines that made this year really special were the ones I helped my kids make – because they were made entirely from material and tools that were once my dad’s. From the paper, to the stamps, to the cricut machine to cut perfect hearts from, it was all from his storehouse of art supply that we claimed for an inheritance. They weren’t the most extravagant Valentines in the world, but they meant the most to create. It’s like a piece of him was present in the making of them.
My heart was full ~ exactly how a holiday of focusing on love should be. <3