Every year I looked forward to my father's blessing before school. It may have been my dramatic mind, but I always hoped he would predict something fantastic, like I'd win the spelling bee or be elected Homecoming Queen.
He never said those words, and neither one of those things happened, but what he did say, every year was this, "I bless you that you will be able to find those who are lonely or in need of a friend and be that friend. I bless you that you will always be able to make others feel happy and loved, that you will always be kind."
Same words, every year. My husband now says those same words to our children.
Those words did a few things for me. When I was someone with a lot of friends, and people wanted me to be unkind or leave someone out, my father's blessing words were repeated to me in my mind. I didn't always make the right choice, but I tried.
There was another time in my life when I was horribly awkward with few friends and I always wanted to be cooler than I was, and my father's words still rang in my ear, and I still saw myself as someone who could be the one to make someone's day brighter, who could be someone's friend. I had confidence in me, when I really shouldn't have, because of his words.
I hope those words do the same for my children...I hope they are the kinds of people we bless them to be. Nothing matters more to me then the way they make others feel.
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