The Power of Our Words

I stood at the door of the second-grade classroom and called my next piano student. I called again. Where was she in that mass of students?

Soon I saw a girl hurrying toward me, not the student I needed, just one who wanted to say hi. She threw her arms around me and said, “You look pretty today.”

Little did she know that I had barely finished cleaning the bathroom on time to get to work. I had exchanged my black knit pants for a skirt, put in earrings, and rushed out the door. No, none of this mattered to the child who saw me as pretty and made my day.

May I be as wise with my words as she is.