Take Time to Validate, Inspire & Encourage

The other night driving home from visiting my daughter, I was thinking and reflecting on Valentines Day. Earlier that day and every year, I smile at the many men who take time out and pop into the flower shop to get flowers for their partners. On this day you do not see any women in the store other than those serving and making up those bouquets. I look at the men, looking very serious and concentrated, getting the perfect bunch together, walking out proudly with their pick — hoping their partners will receive their romantic gesture with gratitude, appreciation and love.
This one-time and other special occasions people put extra effort into letting a loved one know they matter and are loved. This thought brought me back to my life and maybe yours. We are busy every day with the people who matter to us. We have conversations—meaningful and not meaningful. We disagree to agree. We eat together, watch a series together. We laugh and cry together. When facing storms, we endure together.
Thinking of my daughter, how I watched her going through the loss of her daughter; always checking to make sure she was okay. We spoke and shared about our processing of the loss over the past year. But I realized some things I wanted and want her to know; I didn’t get to say yet. I first thought, I will get to tell her sometime. But what if it is too late? That’s when I wrote her a letter the next day. I took time and wrote a letter to my daughter. Telling her the things I do not tell her in our normal conversations.
Life passes us by so quickly, and so do memorable moments. How better than to capture those moments on a piece of paper—validating, inspiring and encouraging someone else. Letting them know that you take notice and that you are present in their lives.
I remember years ago, when my daughter—the eldest turned sixteen, I wrote a poem, capturing all the memorable moments from the day she was born. I framed it and gave it to her on her birthday. When her brother turned sixteen, he insisted on his poem. I did one for each of our children. And when my daughter got married and expected her first baby, I wrote her letters.
These poems and letters, I know, impacted my children’s lives. It was my way of sharing my heart with them. In which way, can you impact your family life?

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