Love Grows Love
Friday nights have become very special for me and the Littles. We started a tradition that most Fridays we go to a local restaurant after gymnastics.
It's the same place. So we see a lot of the same faces.
And I never treat a server poorly.
Look, these folks have to deal with irate customers all dayβidiots blaming them for cooking problems, or the state of the bathroom, or any minute thing that pisses them off. Service folks get the brunt of the worst of humanity.
But we love our servers, and make sure they know it! Today, we had a server we'd never had before. And while she grabbed our drinks, two other servers we'd had before stopped to give us hugs and chat.
And, sure, I do tip well. I'm the daughter of a former restaurant owner.
But, my kids also carry themselves so well.
I mean, tonight Eldest was leading the others in applauding the new-to-us waitress. I saw her genuinely smile every time.
Loves, it really is so easy to be kind. To be a light. To offer some gentleness in this world to folks who know more roughness than we can imagine.
Every person you meet has a story. They have a past. A history. And they have hurt.
I can't fix everything. I can't soothe every hurt. But I can be kind.
Loves, when you can, be kind. That's how we care for one another.
