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The Power of Encouragement

 


Over the last few days, we have been going through the exciting process of potty training my two-year-old son. I wanted to leave him a little encouragement this morning, but he was still asleep when I left the house. I was hastily trying to get out the door but decided to pause and write him a short note.

The note was simple and concise, essentially saying “You are doing a great job potty training. Keep peeing and pooping in the toilet. I love you!” Nothing particularly articulate. Maybe even a little crude. But ever since my wife read him the note, he has been proudly carrying it around with him, showing it to his brothers and sisters and reminding them of his potty-training prowess. A few simple sentences made his day.

If we are really honest with ourselves, each one of us still has that child inside of us. It is the part of us that desperately longs to hear the phrases, “You did a good job,” “Nice work,” “I appreciate you,” and “You are enough.” No matter what we accomplish, no matter what we achieve in life, that child within will always thirst for that affirmation.

Never underestimate the power you have to quench that thirst. A kind word, a simple encouragement, or an acknowledgment of a job well done. It does not have to be grandiose or eloquent; just look for opportunities to speak to that child within the people around you.

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