Being nice is underrated but it really shouldn’t be

I don’t usually talk about stuff like this but it’s something worth telling so here it is.

Ever since Tru started school, I make it a point to spend my mornings doing fun stuff with Kirsten. Stuff that makes her smile. Those 3 hours are our girly time and I guard it religiously. That means I try not to spend it with her strapped into the car seat while I drive all around town dropping cheques and picking up dry cleaning.

Remember when Tru was hospitalized last month? I left my iPhone charger in the hospital and when I went back the next day, they told me that somebody found it but it got chucked somewhere and lost again.

So today, I figured I’d clear all my errands and swing by to pick it up at the same time. Already feeling bummed that baby girl would be spending the better part of her morning in the car seat, we sprinted up to the ward to do a grab-and-go. Except that it had mysteriously disappeared again and I was told that I would have to make a third trip down.

Under normal circumstances, this would have been the point where I made the poor nurse very sorry she took the shift where the crazy chick went ballistic. And if she had been rude or snappy, I probably would have raised hell like she had never seen before.

Only she wasn’t.

She was nice. She smiled. She said she was really sorry and she looked genuinely appalled that I would have to go back a third time. She also spent 10 minutes rummaging through every drawer she could find. Then she fussed over baby girl, gave her a lollipop and asked if she could hold her for a while.

Today could have been the day that we wasted running around in a frenzy. But instead, it was the day we met a nice lady who gave Kirsten her first piece of candy.

Sometimes, we need to be reminded that a little niceness goes a long way. Spread a little love, will you?