My mom often sent me little notes in my school lunches. They’d include a hand-drawn eyeball, a heart, and the letter U. I’d see the colored paper when I opened my lunch and quickly snatch it up, crumpling it before my friends would see and tease me (I was in 4th grade and sooo incredibly mature). Secretly, though, I loved …
Family Challenge: The Power of Compliments
I grew up with an amazing Mom, forever showering me with compliments. If I’d tried a new eye-shadow, spent extra time on my hair, drew a picture, or played with my little brother: my Mom noticed, and she complimented me constantly. Mom made this so second nature that I in turn continuously complimented her. It wasn’t until I’d moved away …