Advertisements

Kindness matters

Nearly 30 years ago, in the midst of an obligatory childbirth preparation course, I had a thug-inspired moment of parental clarity.

We mingled awkwardly, due to our increasing girth and decreasing patience, a bunch of strangers sitting pretzel-legged on the floor.

Our perky instructor asked us, one by one, to say what we wanted for our child.

“To be a football player,” said one.

“To dance,” said another.

“To be kind,” I said.

“To be kind?” said the unpleasant man and hopeful football father to my right. “What a wimpy thing to want for your child!”

Shocked into silence, I only stared.

In the car, on the way to our customary post-childbirth-class stop at Dairy Queen, I raged.

“Kindness is NOT wimpy!” I said.

“I can’t believe my child has to grow up in a world where THAT MAN is a father!”

And then I became decidedly unkind.

“And if that scrawny man thinks his kid is going to grow up to be a football player, he’s delusional!”

Here’s the thing, though. In some ways, that scrawny man was right. Kindness, without courage, is weak.

It’s not enough to care. It’s not even enough to notice. You have to take a stand. Effective kindness requires strength.

I am proud to live in a community, a school district, a parish and a family that elicits from its members the courage to be kind.

I am grateful to every teacher, director, coach, pastor, mentor and friend who instilled confidence in my children, and kindness in their souls.

I recently bought a piece of artwork for my mantel that makes me smile each time I pass it.

“Kindness matters,” it reads.

Today, as I look at my grown children, just like 27 years ago when I sat with my bulging belly on that uncomfortable living room floor, it does.

Kindness matters, maybe even a little more than football.

Charlie's baptism

In retrospect, the labor was less painful than the childbirth classes, and look at that sweet little reward, expertly held just under my left armpit. I am happy to report that our firstborn son survived his childhood, grew to be 6-5 and is now a proud proponent of the kindness matters movement.

Kindness Matters Mantel

I get to walk by this little corner of inspiration every day.

 

Advertisements

Posted on February 20, 2015, in Family and tagged , , , , , , . Bookmark the permalink. 6 Comments.

  1. I recently added those words to the wet clay of a ceramic-watercolor creation, wondering if anyone but me (and maybe my kids) would ever give it a second look. So glad I followed a childhood friend’s FB like to you today. Thank you!

  2. I agree wholeheartedly. Whilst kindness alone isn’t sufficient in your armoury for a happy life, coupled with the many other attributes I wanted my children to have it is certainly right up there as highly desirable. Along with patience, understanding, compassion, loyalty, determination, a sense of humour (a must!), and the ability to laugh at one self, have seen me alright thus far.

  3. To be kind is something we can all achieve, but not all can be footballers. When we are asked what we want, should it not be something that is achievable, then the feeling of disappointment or stronger would be minimised if it is not achieved.

    Kindness does matter and helps all of us throughout life.

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s

%d bloggers like this: