Kindness costs nothing, I say.
To treat others with kindness, I say.
Be kind, I say.
And on an on.
The other day I was sitting with the ten year-old, he of the high anxiety and high self-expectation. He was attempting some ridiculously complicated advanced origami witchcraft. And, as usual, he was being incredibly hard on himself. There he was, frustrated to the point of near tears over this ridiculously stupidly complicated origami voodoo contraption that he couldn’t master on the first go–because you know, it wasn’t good enough to start with the origami equivalent of “is this your card?”. No, it had to be some jujitsu paper engineering feat with moving parts. Whatever.
It suddenly became painfully clear I’d neglected something crucial in my kindness reminders.
I’ve forgotten to remind my son to be kind to himself.
But how often do we remember to teach the necessity of including yourself in the group you’re being kind to?
Be kind to the new kid, the awkward kid, the one who sits alone at lunch.
Be kind to the asshat who is not so kind to you, to the teacher, to old people crossing the street, to dogs, to frogs, to the environment.
Be kind, be kind, be kind.
We keep forgetting be kind to yourself.
Would you be so hard on someone else who couldn’t do this folding wizardry on the first go, I asked him? If a friend was trying to do something, even something easy, let alone an origami self-perpetuating motion machine, would you make fun of them? Would you tell them they were crap? Would you make them feel bad about themselves?
So why would you do that to yourself? I asked him. You need to be kind, not just to others, I told him, but to yourself too.
Cut yourself some slack, boy. Give yourself a break, son. Understand you’re not going to be a Jedi origami master when you’re still a paper padawan.
Did Luke give up and go home to Tattooine when Yoda was riding his ass? No.
Did Rey leave the rock in the middle of nowhere when she didn’t master the force right away? No.
Was there any real reason to bring Star Wars into this?
Correct answer: there is always room for Star Wars references.
I’ve spent so much time teaching and preaching kindness, but I forgot to teach him to be kind to himself.
There was no ice cream this time. But together we mastered the origami force. Or really he did while I sat next to him and reminded him to go easy on himself. And the ridiculously complicated paper engineering feat with moving parts worked. And he celebrated by making sixteen more and now my house is filled with them.
But don’t forget to be kind to you while you’re bending over backward to be nice to everyone else.
I may not be an origami Jedi, or even a paper padawan. But I’m getting pretty dang good at learning what this ten year old is teaching me.