I can't begin to tell you how such a simple thing could pay me back so much.
Sometimes, it's so easy to focus on the big things, to think of accomplishments and achievements in such a macro sense. I see people make big life lists and check things off, and I wonder what I've really done in a year. When I look for big steps or changes, it seems like I haven't moved forward at all, like all I really did this year was to tread water and survive.
But that's not the truth. I'm not who I am last year, and my world isn't what it was last year, and it's not because of any grand gestures. It's because of the little everyday things that I do and that I am. It's because of the deliberate way I choose to live. It's because of kindness.
My relationship with BG is so amazing, and truly she is so amazing, not because of any activities I do with her but because I listen to her. I see the person that she is, big feelings and all, and I do my best to give her what I understand she needs.
I have friends, true friends, in both my local and blogging communities because I stop and take an extra second to show kindness to everyone I come across and particularly to people who need it. Stepping up to make sure other people's needs were met made me braver, made me clearer and stronger, and made me part of something bigger than myself, something that I would never have believed I even deserved.
And, miracle of miracles, I've been kind to myself. I learned to stop fighting with my feelings no matter how overwhelming and to just accept them. I learned to stop trying to fix myself because I'm not broken. I was so afraid of how I would handle having two kids, but I let myself be afraid. I decided it was okay to be afraid, okay to not know what I was doing. It was okay to write and okay not to write. It was okay to not be excited, to not love every second of everything.
And right now? Sleep deprived, overwhelmed, milk drenched and cranky? I'm okay.
And all because of a little kindness.