Jack had just turned three when I took him to the pediatrician for his annual check up, a few months prior to receiving his autism diagnosis.
The days were long and the nights were short and I remember tired eyes meeting mine when I looked in the mirror.
While we waited for the doctor, a nurse came in to take Jack’s vitals. As I coaxed Jack through the process, she looked at me and asked, “Are you a teacher?”
When I told her no, she said, “Really? You’ve missed your calling. When your children get a little older, you should really consider becoming a teacher.”
I was blown away by such kind words from a complete stranger. Did she know how much I needed to hear them?
Three years later, this September, I walked into my first class as a graduate student, studying to become a special education teacher. And when I look in the mirror I no longer see someone who is exhausted, but, rather, exhilarated.
Our words matter, friends.
They have the power to hurt and the power to heal. Let’s choose to heal. Let’s choose to encourage others around us. To be kind and loving and open to the Voice in our hearts that says Love one another as I have loved you.