Only a few days after Thanksgiving and my daughter has politely baked me humble pie.
Yesterday I received an email from Haley’s teacher.
Rivera- I just wanted to tell you how touched I was that Haley brought me that purple shell from your beach trip. It was truly one of the most thoughtful things any student has ever done! I told everyone at the beginning of the year the story of how my grandmother and I used to search for purple shells and how I still look for them now. She is so sweet!
I have to confess, I was a proud mama, but I literally knew nothing about Haley’s little act of kindness until after the fact. She told me after school the day before.
Haley shared last night that she didn’t want to tell me, because she was afraid I wouldn’t let her take it. She thought since it had a chipped place on it, I would discourage her from taking it, as if it wouldn’t be good enough. Or, she thought I might think it was a silly idea.
The sad thing is, Haley was probably right. Maybe, maybe not. Still, I felt terrible. I had instilled this fear in my child. My perfectionist tendencies–which I think I’ve been in denial about–had stifled her to the point of feeling like she had to keep the giving of a little purple shell a secret from me. Great!
I’m glad this happened! One, so I could learn a lesson and two, so Haley could receive the joy of watching her teacher’s face light up.
I’ve decided, no matter what I think of an idea, no matter how childish or silly I think it is, I will keep my mouth shut! Until I can think of something positive and encouraging to say, I won’t say anything! I will let God filter my mouth, and hopefully my thoughts will follow.
Death and life are in the power of the tongue, And those who love it will eat its fruit. Proverbs 18:21