As I walked into sixth grade today smiles crossed many of the writers faces in the room. Then, a few whispers started in the back corner of the room, “The nice one is here.”
It’s not the first time I’ve heard this. Sometimes kids tell me “You’re nice!” when I walk down the hallways smiling and greeting them by name. Other times it’s when I am conferring with them and learning more about them as readers.
When I heard it today it stood out more. Maybe because they were whispering it in a secretive way as if no one else should know. But being nice should not be a secret. We cultivate our image daily through our actions and words.
What do you want to be known for?
I’m the nice one. To borrow Dana Murphy‘s words, “That’s my jam, I guess.”