A kind word never broke anyone’s mouth. (Irish proverb)
Sometimes someone needs to hear about the good
he or she does, not as a reward. As an acknowledgment.
A chance to give kindness a fresh shape. Not an avalanche
of compliments. A moment of recognition, a boost.
After all, life is both sunshine and storm.
I won’t share the full printed note sent to my
daughter-in-law about her son, Dakota.
I don’t know the music director who
wrote it. Her words were directed to
Dakota’s mom. His mom and I are close
friends, and she shared the message with me.
The message in Essence: Dakota, is a ten-year-old, fourth-grade boy. He is learning to play the bass. And learning to play well. He works without expecting immediate gratification. Dakota also helps his fellow bass player. With whatever she needs. Dakota is a neat child. He helps clean-up after class. He doesn’t need to be asked because he is an independent thinker.
My addition: The child has depth. I know because one day while we were collecting rocks in an old wagon, he said, “You know you won’t live forever.”I answered. “True. So, let’s enjoy the day together. Make it worthwhile.” He smiled and we continued our play. Dakota and two old, yet still-moving rocky wagons. The message from his teacher was a precious gift, but not a surprise. Dakota is a young boy with mature insight. I am blessed to call him grandson.
Peace and many kind words to all.
terrypetersen 