Today is the last day for one of the volunteers on my shift at the bird shelter. We are bringing cookies and flowers, and I am wondering, since I am continuing on, where are my cookies and flowers? Why do we so often only give recognition when somebody stops what we are recognizing them for?
Think about it. Think about all the lovely things said at a funeral that didn't get told to the dead.
Think about this. My husband and his father had an edgy relationship throughout their lives. His father always harped on the imperfections, and never commented on his son's achievements. Yet at the funeral, his father's friends told him how proud his father was of him. How he talked about him all the time. That makes me so sad even now, decades later, that I get tears in my eyes. What a terrible opportunity missed.
At the going-away party for one of my jobs, I remember thinking, gee, if I knew you all liked me this much, I might have stayed on.
Resolved: I shall be more forthcoming about telling others--family, friends, co-workers, what they mean to me. How they brighten my day, teach me something new, make me laugh, point out a new perspective. You don't have to get all mushy, in fact, you don't even have to like the person. Just be conscious and use your voice.
Put some words together and give them away. They'll wing their way into others' hearts and brighten their day.
Put some words together and give them away. They'll wing their way into others' hearts and brighten their day.
ReplyDeleteYou are well on your way to your resolve, friend.