Kind

I remember the very first time I was kind to another person.  It was in first grade.  There was a little girl, somewhat quiet with jet black shiny straight hair and skin that was a walnut color.  One day, she was by herself at recess and I walked up to her and asked her what her name was and she responded, "Ubania."
(Pronounced- Oo-bah-nee-ya)

She had a thick hispanic accent.

I had never heard such a name.  I asked her where she was from and she said, "Honduras."  Ubania was kind to me and we instantly became friends.  I liked Ubania because she was different and I had always felt different, not because she and I looked alike but because I never felt that I fit in with other kids, kind of like she did.  I was quiet and to myself and always observing others, I guess the little writer in me was working at a young age. Ubania was shy and insecure of how she 'sounded' but I never made her feel like she needed to try too hard.  
I got Ubania and she got me and that was all that mattered.

One day, Ubania came to school with sliced green mangos sprinkled with salt in a zip lock sandwich bag.  She offered me one and I instantly loved it.  This made her happy, I remember.
"This is what we eat in my country!" she told me excitedly.

Every time Ubania smiled, her gums would expose themselves in a way that they always looked like the color of an eggplant against her stark white teeth.  Her hair... her hair was amazing.  Long to her waist, jet black (almost navy blue like) and incredibly shiny. I loved her hair and told her often.  She'd always say, "thank you."

But this isn't so much about Ubania as it is about being kind.  The kindness experienced was so subtle but still, I remember it so vividly.

Kindness is a simple act.  One that takes little effort but that is felt profoundly.  I believe that when you are kind to others, that same energy reciprocates itself back to you, somehow.

When you love yourself, you will be kind to yourself and others.  When you appreciate small things, you will notice the littlest forms of kindness and you'll be glad you did because they'll make you smile.

  Kind is letting a bunny sleep in your arms...

Kind are two animals co-habitating in harmony...

Kind is spotting a tiny ladybug and allowing it to live in peace...

Kind is holding my dog's paw...

Kind is my daughter creating a simple painting and gifting it to her cousin on his birthday...

Kind is a loved one holding my child's hand and making her feel secure... 

I often remind my daughters that no matter what, it is always important to be kind to themselves and to others because kindness begins with you and me...

The world needs more kind hearts...

You'd be surprised too!

Okay, so it's no big news flash that I live in one of the 'rudest', 'crudest' and 'crassest' cities, M-I-A-M-I.  Welcome to it! Yes, it's true! Okay fine, we were ranked #4 according to ONE survey but still, that's the TOP 5!  What?!?!  In all seriousness, I really need to sensor my 'potty mouth' as it is because believe me, my five and seven year olds have dropped the 'jack ass' bomb around a few times.  OH, SHAME ON YOU MAMA SCRIBBLE! Yes, it's true, I get very angry (nose flaring and all) at the impossibly rude and may I say idiotic drivers we Miamian's have driving around this city.  But there is a silver lining to this rant, believe me, just wait!

Just today my darling and adorably four foot eleven (give or take an inch with her tall hair) inch Mother-in- Law was doing her bi-weekly Costco run, now mind you, she's 71 years old but knows how to stand her ground.  It was raining cows and dogs and she had to manage to put all her shopping away in her car trunk, holding an umbrella, her purse dangling from her shoulder and her sheer will to not get her hair wet.

The parking lot was swarming with cars that wanted to either park or simply get out.  From the corner of her eye, my MIL noticed a lady watching her.  The lady was probably around fifty years of age.  This 'Miami' lady, got out of her car, in the middle of the rain, walked up to my MIL and and sweetly told her to 'here, take your purse and get into your car so that you don't get wet.  I'll put your groceries away.'  My MIL was completely astounded at this lady's self-less act and desire to help an elderly person.  She graciously accepted her offer, walked around to the driver's side (while still trying to avoid getting too wet) and sat in her car.  She waited.  She was so incredibly moved by this person's act of kindness that she started to cry right there in her bucket seat and little damp feet.  When the lady was done, my MIL gave her all the blessings that she could impart on such a lovely, sweet and generous soul and was eternally grateful to her.

There you have it! Even in a rude and crass city like this one, there still are a few selfless, generous and kind individuals, you just never know when you'll be lucky enough to meet one.

♥ Mama Scribble