We all love to hear words of praise.
I don’t care how self-effacing you are, there is still a welling of pride that comes when others recognize the works of your hands.
We like praise. We love praise. We crave praise.
It started as children when even the worse drawing with a blunt crayon was hung on the refrigerator. Proudly beaming for days, we sulked when it finally had to come down.
Admittedly, the words of others affirm us. They measure our worth. They justify our value. They reinforce our sense of importance. Without these words, without any external appreciation of our contributions, some of us may wither or worse, finally rebel.