Someone said she was a “nerd". He claimed her blue glasses weren’t stylish, but silly. He announced the dinosaur book she carried was “dumb", and she cried because she wondered if these things could be true.
Hurtful words stung.
But then, my friend came swooping in with a long letter about being special and a book about the opinions of others and a silly picture of my beautiful friend back in the day, a picture in which my friend sported thick, round glasses of her own.
And the hurtful words stung less.
I’m amazed by those who love my kids.
The daycare provider who kisses away hurts and teaches that some rocks are called mica and paints tiny toes pink.
The BFF’s mom who doles out advice on bullies and healthy teeth and growing kind hearts.
The second grade teacher who “makes everything more fun” and “is the prettiest person ever” and rekindled my eight-year-old's love for school.
To all of you, I am beyond-words-thankful. You have taught me that giving isn’t about time or money or big causes. Sometimes giving is about loving and investing in kids that are not your own.
What about you? Do you have someone who makes special time for your kids? Who? Do you feel called to show someone in your life a little extra love?
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