Kind words can be short and easy to speak… but their echoes are truly endless. – Mother Teresa
I’m a bit of a sucker for a song that tugs at the heart strings, no matter how corny it is. And when I’m already feeling a bit emotional, this kind of song is enough to set off a fountain of tears. So when ‘Fernando’ began playing while I was in the supermarket this morning, I started bawling. Public weeping. Awkward yet liberating all at the same time.
As an aside, it’s a bit of weird song when you think about it. A nostalgic song about friendship with the back drop of the Mexican Revolution. But the words are so bittersweet and the chorus so uplifting. It’s alluring. Anyway, back to public weeping.
I’m feeling a bit sad, sensitive, and stretched at the moment. On top of the madness of parenting, there have been a few tricky personal things going on with a few different friends. A theme of not feeling the kindness. Not feeling very valued. Wishing I was more thick-skinned, wishing I was a trampoline. But right now I’m about as resilient as a slab of concrete.
I know I’m guilty of not being kind sometimes too. I know I have unintentionally said or done things that upset my friends. I know there have been times where I’ve been so caught up in my world that it has obscured my view into someone else’s universe. This human co-existing thing is complicated!
Seven years ago nearly to this day I walked out of a hospital. I had spent the previous four months in a filtered room receiving chemotherapy for leukaemia. Intense, gruelling months. My body and my mind felt incredibly insulted. I walked out with a sense of what was important to me. And with a sense that life was precious. That my life was precious.
Since then I have been particularly sensitive about living gently and graciously with others. It can sometimes be very challenging for this fiery girl, but I do try. And despite how much I may disagree with someone, I understand how valuable they are as human beings. On the tight ship Mortality, every life is precious.
Since then I have also known how I want to be treated. And when I’m not handled with care, I will say so and ask for care. It’s hard to ask for, but I think it’s important to value myself this way.
What I’m saying is, let’s be kind to each other. You never know what sort of rough patch someone is going through. They might even be prone to random displays of public weeping. Kindness goes a long way.
Life is short. Be kind like there’s no tomorrow.
* “Scallop Shells” – Photo used with kind permission of M. Arch