It’s Friday which means it’s either a “mum’s weekend alone with all three kids” or a “rock and roll weekend”, although admittedly there isn’t much funk left to that kind of weekend since baby Willem arrived. But so be it.
Anyhow, always aspiring to be the best possible version of myself, I was pondering what might be some fun activities for this weekend. It hasn’t escaped my attention that this weekend is Mother’s day weekend. So it seems to be that random acts of kindness towards other women would be a fun activity to get my children engaged in.
It’s fun to get children pondering on what they could do to help out other women who we don’t know, just for the sake of being kind. After all, which better way to teach a child to be less self-centred, without taking them to the extreme of acting completely selflessly. There must be a middle way, right. Aha, intro the much forgotten quality of kindness.
Admit it, in theory you love kindness. But in practice, the act of doing kind deeds towards others leaves you feeling embarrassed, meek, tedious and even sexless. In fact, you feel so much overwhelmed of how your peers would value you if you were caught being kind, that you’d rather preserve yourself of this practise at all. After all, kindness is not compatible with being tough. Just like you can’t count yourself in upper middle class wearing no bra and a cheap dress worth 5 GBP. It’s just as senseless as being penny-wise but pound-stupid.
Kindness is a value I encourage subtly with my children. I tell them that being kind can be expressed in a variety of ways : to be kind could mean to be attentive, or open-minded, polite, or warm. There are no reasons not to be kind. You will however find a million excuses to cover up for the most prominent ways in which you are not kind. And at the end of the day, that is your journey, your choice to make, left or right.
— Tremelo, Belgium (May 2017)