I made a commitment to be a part of a wonderful movement called 1000 Voices for Compassion. On February 20th we were to all write a piece on compassion to show our strength in numbers and to help the world be a kinder place.
My intentions were good. They were there. RIGHT. ON.THIS.PAGE. But it stayed empty as with other commitments.
I promised to help my friend make pillow dresses to benefit a poor community and suddenly ran out of time. I’m not sure when I will learn that I just have too much on my plate and a no would be more beneficial than a broken promise.
When Lizzi asked me to join this quest I was thrilled. I thought of a million ways the people and I could be compassionate. Let’s be kinder to our animals, our earth, the strangers, the ones we don’t understand, our significant others, our students, our bullies and the list goes on.
However, I only want to spend my strength on my kids today and every day until I am more compassionate to them. They are the ones most important, they are the ones who will benefit the most; they are the ones who need a model to emulate and pay it forward.
My daughter, H is so different than me in many ways. She loves everything “boy” related. The books she wishes me to read to her are things like Power Rangers and Team Ninja Turtles. I find them extremely boring and try to sway her to other books.
This needs to stop. This is my chance to teach her to love to read. This is my chance to show her how to fall into a world of words. If I force my interests on her just so I’m not bored for the ten teeny, tiny moments it takes to read then that strips her of her passions. That just makes me a jerk.
My other daughter, L wants a dozen hugs and kisses each night and all I hear are the babies down stairs crying and the mound of work on my desk taunting me, letting me know it will never get done.
I don’t see her sweetness begging for the attention she used to get before the babies got here and the plate got piled so high I often can’t see over.
I vow to stop treating my children as a job, as a to-do list to check off. I vow to show them love and compassion that will mold them into the women they want and need to be. I vow to teach them compassion by being compassionate towards them, their sisters and especially their father.
I hope that everyone is more like Lizzi and the wonderful writers in this group who actually find the time to be compassionate.
Thank you for reading and supporting. Now what are you going to be more compassionate about?