Sticks and stones may break my bones
but words will never hurt me.
I don’t know who first came up with that little rhyme, but I’d like to pull them aside and tell them that they are full of baloney.
I’ve been hurt in many different ways, by many different people, over the years. And the wounds that words leave behind are, by far, the worst kind.
Your body heals and bruises fade, for the most part. But negative words will echo on through your head for years to come.
It’s hard for me not to strike out with words when I’m angry. It’s hard not to cut someone down with negativeness. Sadly, I think it’s harder yet when you know the person. When you know what someone’s insecurities and vulnerable areas are, it makes it that much easier to hurt them.
Being mindful of my words is something that I’m still working on. And it’s something that I am struggling to teach my children to do, too.
This post is linked up to Just Write at the Extraordinary Ordinary.
This week, it is also linked up to the 5 for 5 at Momalom
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