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I graduated high school with honors. I went on to obtain a journalism degree from Michigan State University. And after spending more than a decade working as a television reporter, I headed back to class and received a teaching certification. But no matter how many diplomas and degrees hang on the wall, one piece of paper continues to illustrate my need to become more knowledgeable–my baby’s birth certificate!
I love my daughter to the moon and back. Scratch that. I love her to the heavens and back. I never imagined loving someone this deeply and unconditionally. That’s until I became a first time mom. Having a child expanded my entire outlook on how to celebrate Valentine’s Day–a day when I previously received cards, flowers and balloons. Now, I received chocolate stained kisses from a two-year-old little girl now means much more than a gourmet dinner or a spa retreat. It means loving more than a man, a family member or even yourself.
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Last year, Ayanna Jackson received a dozen red roses on her job, and when she got off of work, she went out to dinner to celebrate the most romantic day of the year. She wasn’t caught off guard by the Valentine’s Day bouquet, especially since her husband Terrance expressed his love with flowers year after year. But this year, something else surprised her. Ayanna had a very special delivery and became a mom.
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This time of year, twenty-five years ago, I sat in a classroom at Washington Elementary School, cutting out paper hearts and gluing them to a cardboard box. My friends and I giggled about the boys we hoped would stick Valentine’s Day cards into our homemade mailboxes. If we were lucky, we would receive a piece of candy taped to the envelope. Despite the teacher’s explicit instruction to write out a card for every kid in the class, some students didn’t get much love. Looking back, they probably didn’t get greetings, because they weren’t well-known. Sometimes I wonder why I didn’t befriend the shy students on the sidelines. I’m sure they forgot as we fast forward to the future. Some of the same students once ignored are now finding love and happiness in 2014. They’re planning weddings, baby showers and vacations, and they’re sharing their stories on social media.