There is a part in all of us that wants and longs to be understood, it just depends on the depth in that moment.
A need and desire to be accepted and supported, it just depends on the depth in that moment.
An ache to be loved, cared about and cared for, it just depends on the depth in that moment.
The depth changes and morphs though the seasons. A child that looks for guidance and craves love. A teenager that feels deeper than ever before, desperately wanting to be known. An adult holding so much on their shoulders, just aching to be supported by someone simply walking alongside them. Knowing they can do it alone, but relieved to know that they don’t have to.
Through our ages and seasons:
Understood
Accepted
Supported
Loved
They are all things that are feelings. They are also things that are choices. They are gifts. They are things we cannot teach through surface disposable words, but are taught through meaningful actions.
Kindness is the postage to deliver all four.
Some people might think that these are things to be earned, so they pick and choose to give to who they feel deserve them.
They miss the small fact that these are all a human need and shouldn’t need to be earned. They should be freely given.
It could be as simple as listening to someone, standing alongside them or a small act to show them love. It doesn’t have to be this huge moment, it can be simply standing in the gap for someone. Making them feel important enough to be cared about.
So as you walk through your day, your week, your year think….what is something small I can do to make someone feel:
Understood
Accepted
Supported
Loved
And do that as often as possible.
“My wife’s the reason anything gets done.
She nudges me towards promise by degrees.
She is a perfect symphony of one, our son is her most beautiful reprise.
We chase the melodies that seem to find us
until they’re finished songs and start to play.
When senseless acts of tragedy remind us
that nothing here is promised, not one day.
This show is proof that history remembers.
We live through times when hate and fear seem stronger.
We rise and fall and light from dying embers.
Remembrances that hope and love live longer.
And love is love is love is love is love is love is love cannot be killed or swept aside.
As sacred as a symphony, Eliza tells her story and fills the world with music love and pride.”
-Lin-Manuel Miranda