The Art of Appeciation

Have you ever wondered, how often we appreciate the people around us for the effort they make; for the things they do; for the care they give? Do we say a few words to let them know that we appreciate them; let alone show or do little gestures of appreciation?

Would it not be better if our bosses appreciated our work a little more; besides just slapping in the money in your account every month? Would it not be better if our teachers appreciated our efforts in class a little more, besides the fact that they gave you good marks? Would it not feel better if our children realized all that we do for them and why we are being doubtful and protective instead of arguing with us? Would it not feel better if our wives or husbands appreciated the effort and time we commit towards them instead of just taking us for granted? Would it not be better if our friends understand the time and effort we give to keep the relation strong instead of just thinking the other person should contact first? Sounds great right? If we would like being appreciated, should we not appreciate other people too?

A few words of encouragement might do a lot more than we think; a thank you hug means more than we can anticipate; even a small gesture such as remembering something about them screams that you actually care. Make someone feel that they are noticed, their actions are noticed, and their hard work is noticed. It only takes a little bit of our time but can make someone’s day. Not only words and actions, simply make them know that we value and understand what they do for us and that they are important.

Praise someone for what they do; make them blush; pamper them; spoil them sometimes but appreciate them nonetheless.

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