Thoughts From the Coffee Table: I am 12 years old. My parents returned from a trip and brought me a cowboy shirt with pearl snap buttons. I wear it to school proudly, and my friend Kathie tells me I am conceited when I ask her if she likes it.
I immediately say “I am not!” although I have no idea what the word means. I have to go look it up, and then we don’t speak for at least a week. I never wear the shirt again. But I do begin cultivating a new vocabulary.
Sadly, this memory has stuck with me. But it prompts me to compliment people at sometimes strange times. This morning I sent a Tweet to Karen Rogers, a local ABC anchor, complimenting her dress. I love the color, I love the unique neckline, and she seems to be a simply all-around pleasant person. I think I shocked her!
Her response was “Oh thanks!! I hardly ever wear it b/c I didn’t think it flattered me.. so thanks!” And just like that, I was 12 again, but this time glad I could give a compliment freely and hopefully make her morning.
Today, just stop and look around. Who around you could use the lift of an honest compliment from a stranger? Who is in need of a reminder that sometimes we just need to be seen? And how much do we grow when we sow these seeds?