My Mother Was My First Valentine

My Mother Was My First Valentine – A Story of Unconditional Love

My Mother Was My First Valentine :

Every Valentine’s Day, Aarav used to scroll through his phone, watching couples post pictures with roses, candles, and gifts. For years, he believed Valentine’s Day was only about romantic love.

Until one year changed everything.

Aarav grew up in a small house with limited comforts but unlimited warmth. His mother worked tirelessly — cooking, cleaning, stitching clothes for neighbors to earn extra money. His father had passed away when he was young, and his mother became both parents at once.

But as Aarav grew older, he became distant.

He stopped noticing the early mornings when she woke up before sunrise. He stopped appreciating the late nights she waited for him to come home safely. He was busy chasing success, friends, and his own world.

One February evening, just a day before Valentine’s Day, Aarav returned home late. He found his mother asleep on the sofa, a half-stitched sweater resting in her lap.

He gently picked it up.

It was red.

Attached to it was a small handwritten note:

“For my son. So he doesn’t feel cold.”

That simple sentence broke something inside him.

He realized she had stayed up late every night, not for herself — but for him. While he was thinking about buying expensive gifts for someone else, his mother was quietly stitching warmth into his life.

The next morning, Valentine’s Day, Aarav did something different.

Instead of buying roses for a girlfriend, he bought a single red rose for his mother.

When he handed it to her, she looked surprised.

“For me?” she asked softly.

“Yes,” he replied, holding back tears. “You were my first Valentine. You loved me before I even understood what love was.”

His mother smiled — not a loud, dramatic smile — but a gentle one filled with pride and affection.

That day, Aarav learned a truth that many people forget: the first person who ever loved him, sacrificed for him, and protected him was not a romantic partner — it was his mother.

Love is not always in grand gestures.

Sometimes, it is in the quiet sacrifices, the sleepless nights, the mended clothes, and the warm meals waiting at home.

From that Valentine’s Day onward, Aarav never let the day pass without thanking the woman who taught him what unconditional love truly means.

Because before anyone else in the world, his mother was his first Valentine.