My first dog wagged her tail a lot, ran in a bouncing sideways sort of way and loved to lick my little face. So I named her Happy.
My second dog was born with no bones in one of his legs. As
a puppy, he did some pretty funny somersaults learning to run. I named him
Hop-a-long.
My children’s first cat was an orange mutt of a cat who
never quite learned how to use a litterbox. We named him Nugget.
The names we give our pets tell people what we think of
them.
And so do the names we give each other.
And so do the names we give each other.
And they tell us something about ourselves.
How do you tell someone that you love them? With words.
How do you tell someone that you hate them? With words.
So, how important are the words we choose?
How do you tell someone that you hate them? With words.
So, how important are the words we choose?
I am the words I believe about myself.
And I believe what I hear the most.
First from others, then from myself.
And I believe what I hear the most.
First from others, then from myself.
Even the subtlest of words shape us.
“Why did you do that? Sometimes you are so stupid!”
vs
“That was stupid thing to do. That’s not like you!”
“That was stupid thing to do. That’s not like you!”
“That dress makes you look gorgeous!”
vs
“What a dress! You are so gorgeous!”
vs
“What a dress! You are so gorgeous!”
It may not seem like much of a difference but every word
leads somewhere.
What do you want your children to believe about themselves?
What do you want your children to believe about themselves?
Then tell them with your words.
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