I've been noticing lately that one of my son's words have been real strong and a little on the unkind side. I knew that I needed to talk to my son about his words, but today something finally came out of his mouth (and my other son's mouth) that made me cringe. This afternoon got a little crazy and all the kids were loud and not listening. After a few scuffles it went too far......
One son yelled to the other son, "I HATE YOU!"
and the other son yelled back, "I hate you MORE!!"
I did my best to stay calm.
I FORCED all my kids to come and sit in my bedroom and be quiet. I then explained to them that because of the way they had acted that the spirit had left our home. I also explained that our home should be a place that we want to be and a place where we feel safe and loved and that I didn't feel like that right now. So I decided we'd read scriptures so that the holy ghost could come back and be with us.
After scriptures I excused all the kids except the one I needed to have a chat with.
I started our little talk by telling him how powerful his words were. That his words could make someone feel loved and special and happy or they could make someone feel sad and embarrassed and really hurt their feelings.
Then I told him this story...
Growing up there was one particular girl that always treated me badly. She hurt my feelings with her words. She made fun of me.
When we were in junior high there was a girl in our PE class that was Russian. She was quiet. None of her clothes were cute. You could tell that her family was not well off.
One day while we were changing out of our PE clothes the 'not so nice girl' noticed that this poor Russian girl had holes in her underwear. She made fun of her. She said "Oh my gosh, she is
so poor that she has holes in her underwear!!" Of course some of the girls laughed at her. I remember being so angry. So angry. But I kept my mouth shut. There are so many things I could have said to make her stop.
As I was telling my son this story I started to cry. That poor girl. I'm so sorry I didn't say something. I don't know why I didn't say something. Maybe I was afraid that she'd start to make fun of me too.
I told him that I hoped he would realize what his words meant to others and that he would always try to make others feel good and that he would never let someone make fun of someone else without saying something because I
still feel badly that I never said anything. I haven't thought of that in years, but it made me cry.
Of course we've all had experiences where we have been hurt by words or we've hurt someone else. I am self conscious about my nose because of a comment that was made to me in high school. Silly, I know but
words are powerful. I just pray that unkind words will never come from me or one of my kids.