The Art Of Being Kind

My Dark-haired Daughter will likely never work at a job. She can't handle more than the simplest of math. Her reading comprehension is terrible. She struggles to follow the simplest of directions. We don't let her cook anything unattended, and she still has terrible nightmares.

But don't be fooled: she has a tremendous gift. It's the gift of being kind. No matter where we go, who we see, what we are doing, she is kind. She notices things about everyone (and I mean EVERYone) we meet and has something kind and uplifting to say:

"I like your skirt."

"Oh, your nails are so pretty!"

"I like your haircut."

"How old is your baby? He's so cute!"

She goes on her merry way, spreading a bit of cheer to all we meet. It can be in the grocery store, a flea market, a garage sale or church: she notices, is kind and takes a moment to be present with that person in the most charitable of ways.

What a gift.

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