From The Mouths Of Babes

From The Mouth Of Babes

I try not to talk about the day job a lot, I work with children and their security and safety is my primary concern. But they are a substantial portion of my life so it comes up.

This time of year as we say goodbye it is common for some to give us gifts, cards and what have you. This time I got a mug.

Lots of pictures of cups lately huh?

It’s not the mug, alone, that I feel I need to talk about. Though it’s a really good mug and looks fantastic. It’s, well, everything else.

I try to do my job, and try to be a positive influence, however small, on the lives of these children. I hope I am.

At the end of things this year the children not only thanked me for a job well done and wished me all the best but they chanted my name in praise. And that was wild. I didn’t know how to feel about it, I still don’t know how to feel about it.

I had no idea what kind of impact I had,. was having on these children, and that is the lesson here. The one I learned and hope you do to.

Even your small actions, your little things, and that which you may think is routine or common. A smile, a friendly hello, a helping hand. May have an impact magnitudes greater than you realize. So too the negative things you do. Harsh words, dismissive gestures, and disrespect of others passions.

A single word can launch someone to pursue their life’s work or condemn them to misery. And you may never know.

Best ere on the side of caution, right?

I am no saint, I know I have hurt people and I am certainly not deserving of praise. But I pray that my impact has been more smiles than pain and I hope the same can be said for all of you.

Take care and God bless;

~S. Wallace