Wednesday, January 26, 2011
It was a little block of wood that read Kindness Begins At Home. I found it at a store where I was shopping and I intended to buy it, but I forgot to pick it up on my way out. I thought about that phrase all day long.
I've always believed in being kind even when others--aren't kind to me. My parents are the kindest people I've ever known. If you knew them, I promise you would agree. They have been a good example of kindness.
And, I believe that kindness begins at home just like the plaque said. Home should be a shelter where kindness is plentiful, where we never hear adverse criticism, experience someone’s anger, or feel threatened. Home should be peaceful not a combat zone that we fear and dread. And children should always feel like home is where they find love and acceptance.
Have you ever noticed how sometimes we speak kinder to coworkers, friends or even strangers than we do to our own family members. I’ve done it, but it's not right. Letting our hair down at home doesn't mean we have to be rude to the people we are committed too.
Kindness has an impact on the living, where one good gesture tends to spawn another. It's can be contagious.
So that's it...what I've been reflecting on this week: I think Kindness Begins at Home and then it should be allowed to run amok in the world.
Kindness image source: Google images
Lovely doll source: Dollhouse