Encouraging The Encourager

I have a friend who is a cheerleader. No, she doesn’t cheer on a football team or wear skimpy clothes or even wave pom-poms. Instead, she encourages middle-aged women like me. She takes the time to write personal notes that affirm that each individual has value. She holds me accountable and keeps me on track. I am only one of the many people she reaches out to on a daily basis.

Recently, I made a point to let her know how much she meant to me. I’m ill at ease about writing mushy notes. Saying sentimental things out loud is even more uncomfortable. Yet, I put aside my squeamishness—and encouraged my encourager. She was effusive in her appreciation. I realized how often people like her get taken for granted. I benefit daily from her spirit and energy, but I didn’t think of mentioning it to her for months.

 

I’m changing my ways. These days, I allow myself to get gushy and mushy frequently. I have noticed that some people are a bit embarrassed and reluctant to accept gratitude. Some others wonder if I have a hidden agenda. However, I’m trying to worry less about appearing silly and inauthentic. As soon as gratitude bubbles up in my heart—I express it. It is such an easy, small thing to do—appreciating those who have blessed you in some way—telling them how they have made a difference in your day or in the way you think. If it appears too exuberant or too effusive…so be it.