It was a particularly steamy summer afternoon (hard to picture now in the middle of negative temperatures) and the sun was beating down a little too hard that day. I was exhausted, emotionally drained and the last thing I wanted to do was supervise twenty-some screaming kids on a playground.
I took a deep breath, drank a large amount of water and sat down on the grass in front of the swings watching some kids run as fast as their legs could carry them while others huddled under the small square of shade. As I sat there, one of my favorite kids came up to me, an adorable four-year-old boy with the sweetest lisp and the kindest heart. He took my hand and asked if he could sit down.
He was consistently homesick at the preschool and he would always sit on my lap and read if he needed to calm down. But he must've had some sense that that day, he wasn't the one that needed comfort.
As he sat down in my lap, he started to quietly sing, "You are mwah sunshine, mwah only sunshine, you make me haappy when skies are gway."
People that know me know that I very rarely cry. But in that moment, I couldn't stop a few tears from escaping.
It's one of the most beautiful things that's ever happened to me. It was completely selfless and a teeny act of kindness and music. It may not seem like much, but I still think of it today, months later.
That's the power of small acts of kindness. These acts may not seem like much as you go through your day. If you're walking down the street and wondering, "Who cares? What's a small smile going to do anyways, it doesn't matter."
It makes the world different.