Kindness Begins at Home

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You is kind.

You is kind.

Dare I say it again? You. Is. Kind.

This is one of my favorite lines from the book The Help. I love everything about those words, and the accompanying words in the novel of You is Smart and You is Important. Everyone needs to to remember that about themselves daily.

Unless…you aren’t really.

I am not an expert on intelligence and importance in the world, so I don’t feel really qualified to give an indicator of where someone else stands on the scale. Because of that, I’ll let anyone who wants to be smart and important have it. You is smart. You is important.

But truthfully,  you is not always kind.

I see it, your friends see it, your teachers see it and experience it probably worse than others. And your siblings….

If asked, could your siblings say you is kind? Is kindness a word the people you share a bathroom with would use to describe you?

As my friend Gillian says when she wants me to dig deeper about my fears, let’s unpack this a bit further.

My kids are very close in age. I don’t think there is a time they remember not having siblings. As the youngest, Jada obviously wouldn’t remember it but when asked, the older two don’t remember the single life (or the twosome life) either.

According to the kids, I am out of touch with sibling dynamics. Or as they say it, sibling code. Because apparently my children believe they can say anything to one another, no matter how rude, insensitive, or inappropriate it is, and its okay because they are siblings. As an only child, that was not my experience.

When they were little, the arguments over toys were expected. I could even mediate the “she said she’s your favorite” discussions. But at the ages of 12, 14, and 15, when the scowling and expressions behind my back resemble that of a fight scene from West Side Story, I have to draw the line. They know better.

And this is what I preach and live and fuss and study and preach some more about every day. I’ve demonstrated kindness, I’ve taken advantage of opportunities to allow the children to see me being kind to others and I’ve talked about why kindness matters until I’m blue in the face. We even have a list displayed on the refrigerator of possible random acts of kindness that we could all do for people to make a bigger impact on the world.

However, I’ve found that buying the person’s drink in the Starbuck’s drive through  line behind me means nothing if I’m treating the people I say I love like crap.

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Last year my phrase was People Over Things. As I can’t seem to remember how that came to be my phrase, I can remember that I wanted to perform more intentional acts of love to the people I love the most. If you need a refresher, I blogged about it here and here.

And this year for Valentine’s Day, I gave each of the kids a set a cards they could hold on to over the next 10-12 months as a reminder of how much I love them. I did this because, well, I’m teaching kindness.

Or so I thought.

Last fall, as a family we committed to performing Random Acts of Kindness. The agreement was that all four of us would do them as often as we could. One of us even wrote a speech about performing Random Acts of Kindness for a school project. That speech won all kinds of praise from teachers and classmates and from me as a proud mom.

When we arrived home from school the very day of the kindness speech, no less than hour after telling the world (or the whole middle school) that we are kind, something no-so-kind happened. The angelic  child who was so full of sharing kindness with the world stuck a middle finger up at one sibling and told the other sibling to go to hell not even five minutes later. The reason? Oh, it’s because they were all in the hallway at the same time.

Who does that?

As I witnessed that exchange I realized that I needed to become a participant observer of the habits that occur daily  in my house. (Shout out to the sociology classes I took in college.) Y’all, it didn’t get better. It was not an isolated circumstance. I was shocked.

My kids are not kind.

I realized that as a parent my shift and my focus on this whole kindness thing needed to change. Since we’re being honest here, I’m sharing my story, but it’s very possible that yours might need to change as well.

Please, stop teaching your children to perform Random Acts of Kindness. Instead, teach them this:

  1. Kindness begins at home. I cannot teach my children to be kind to others if we are not kind daily to one another. We have to live kindness in order to be kind.
  2. Kindness is intentional. Each day I have to remind myself to be kind. It’s a must. If I don’t do it, well, in the midst of laundry and dinner and after-school tutoring and life it’s easy to forget.
  3. Kindness makes life better for someone else. My kids like to say, “Well I moved the chair for you. Isn’t that enough?” The answer my friends, is “No, it isn’t enough if the chair wasn’t in my way.” Sometimes we think are performing a service or an act because we think it will help a situation. The truth is, it doesn’t always. If your act of kindness doesn’t make like better for someone, it’s null and void.
  4. Kindness means you are not the center of attention. The intent on being kind is to move the focus to the person receiving the act. It’s not about you.
  5. Kindness may mean you are temporarily uncomfortable so someone else can be comfortable. Yep.
  6. Kindness is issuing a sincere apology. You know that children learn very early in life to apologize when they do something wrong. Guess what? We’ve taught them to say sorry almost instinctively, without really thinking about actions and consequences. “Sure I told the guy you have a crush on that you serenade him every night in the shower. Sorry.”
  7. Kindness is asking to borrow something and returning it timely. For me, this one is pure karma. When I became a teenager, I discovered the wonderment of my mother’s closet and jewelry box. She maintained I could borrow anything I wanted but I needed to 1. Ask first, and 2. Return the item once I finished. I didn’t do any of those. I now have two daughters who have created second homes in my closet. You can have access to my carefully-procured collection of Converse shoes if you follow the two basic rules of ask and return.
  8. Kindness is saying please and thank you. All the time.
  9. Kindness is not violent, and does not threaten violence. That is just not acceptable.
  10. Kindness is doing your chores the right way the first time so the next person doesn’t get stuck with your crap. Namely, your mother.

Kindness says, “I’m glad the universe put us together at this time and in this space.”

And if I could be just a bit more candid here, let’s start practicing these ourselves as adults. It’s not only the children that need to be taught about kindness. I’m just saying.

Be Kind. Always.

bekindalwaysI recently saw a photo floating around Facebook that has the quote “Everyone you meet is fighting a battle you know nothing about. Be Kind. Always.”

I have no idea who coined that phrase or where the meme on social media even came from. But it’s true.

Very true.

I think about my life as an educator,  and I know we have used phrases like that for many years. My most commonly used phrase through the years has been, “meet them where they are.”

This phrase though, meant the most and entered my life at a time when one of my kids was fighting a battle self-worth and depression. And I knew nothing about it. 

You see, tweens and teens have all kinds of drama. Some drama they share, some drama they don’t share, and other drama they will share later — when it’s no longer drama. In my almost-15 years of parenting, I’ve noticed something this summer. They are fighting battles daily that I will know nothing about. It can be about friends, or the lack of friends. It can be about pain that their friends are going through. They can be hurting for a teacher, or the dog, or themselves.

The land of the tween and teen can be filled with disappointment, and broken hearts, and celebrities, and books, and just life stuff that just make our little people have very real feelings of hurt, distrust, anger, and sadness. And many times, they may not tell us.

I don’t know about you, but that, in and of itself, was enough to make this momma cry. One of my pride and joys in parenting is that my children and I communicate. A lot. They know I’m here to listen, to offer sound advice, and I never get too emotional, no matter how shocking. They have been known to wake me up in the middle of the night just to have a “private” conversation that they do not what their siblings to partake in.

But no matter what, there are some things they just don’t want to tell me.

And when I think about my own teen years, and adult years nonetheless, I can understand it. There are some things I don’t tell my parents either.

Is there any way to get them to talk about everything?

Probably not. But as parents, we open the doors of communications and leave them open. Even at 1:00 am. Which can be painful for a sleep-deprived momma, but necessary. We watch for signs of depression, sudden changes in appetite or eating habits, general attitude and demeanor, and be willing to involve professionals if something is not right. We trust that the relationships our children have with their siblings, cousins, and friends are strong enough to not involve parents at every twist and turn, but still offer a gentle ear with sound advice.

And we teach our children that everyone they meet, even those they live with, could be fighting a battle they know nothing about. Be kind. Always.