My son was the walking, talking, poster child for kindness.
Yes most of us can say that, but my child was special. Why? Because he had every reason to turn hard to this world and the people around him.. he could have retaliated and fought back the bully’s who sought him out. He could have.. but he didn’t. He didn’t have a mean bone in his body. No matter the amount of hurt, sadness, confusion.. not understanding what he did to be treated so different, he never let it deminish the light in his heart. His soul was so bright and loving and he stood tall and strong as long as he could.
I have had to as his mother remind myself this over and over again. When I see a similar situation taking place I want to be the voice for that person, family.. I want to stand in front of them and say NO… You will not terrorize this child. I want to be that body in-between hurt and cruelty. Stop it in it’s tracks. But I am one person. One little lady and can not do it alone. That’s why I use my words.
Words will enter a willing mind and heart and perhaps create change.. being confrontational will not help. But it is hard. It’s hard to bare witness and feeling helpless, limited to what I can do. I am always willing to help as much as I can.. that’s what I do now. My time, mind, heart.. I’m all in. I’ve lost a lot of people in my life and more here lately because I can not relate to them anymore. I can not condone violence in any form. Words, actions, destruction.. it saddens me to my very core. Removing myself from so many people is my ill attempt to protect my heart… If I allow this world to harden my heart I can not help others who need to hear they are not alone.
No I’m not hiding from the problems, the world. Just the means at which people hide.. tough behind screens and misuse the greatest tool of all.. social media. If not for platforms we would never be heard. But so many abuse the ability to use it wisely. To help. To ease fears. To give hope. To keep people together. Instead it’s a tool to demean and belittle and that goes against who I am.
I pray for so much. As we all do and my hopes are high.. may kindness win!
Love, hugs and understanding.. always Angie..Kennybugs Momma!
When I think of my son, he is my light, my beakon to which I aspire to be.
This little light of mine I’m going to let it shine.. let it shine, let it shine, let it shine.