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The CC - “Tito, I Can See the Skin on Top of Your Head!”
“Tito, I Can See the Skin on Top of Your Head!”I was brought up short. Embarrassed by the truth. I recovered, laughed, and said; “Yes, you go bald as you get old.” My youngest nephew stared at me for a moment. “Will it happen to me?” “Yup. Then you'll finally be old. And hopefully you'll be wise!” He considered this. “I hear when you’re old, you forget things.” “Yeah. That’s right. But now it's my questions that are more important than answers.” “Huh? What do you mean?” “When I was young, I used to think being smart was knowing lots of answers.” He looked so confused, “I still don’t get it.” I chuckled, knowing my nephew didn’t really care if I was bald, or had the right answer. But I think he innately knew I loved him. “I’m still learning, just like you.” Seniors accumulate life stories that include our skills, failures, relationships, resources and perspectives. But stories are everywhere, especially online. Dime a dozen. However maybe love and wisdom are still passed on the old-fashioned way: real person to person. Through folks like us, gently encouraging a younger generation. We’ve got to start by learning how to calmly and confidently rest in our own identity. This has taken me an embarrassingly long time, and I’m still not there. And only then it’s possible for us to take all that life’s given us and turn it outward. Which is risky. It's not centered on our sense of self and how our acumen gives us the wisdom at navigating life. This turning happens in ordinary moments, not formal coaching. It happens during a phone call, or over a shared coffee. With my nephew, it was while we had cards all over the living room floor, teaching him how to play spider solitaire. Growing old, like everything else worth doing, requires practice. Instead of retirement being my new reality, I’ve taken mentoring, coaching, or “grandfathering” as my new career. In each new relationship, I’m learning how to start with questions, not answers. I’ve found huge personal rewards when I discover how to generate new life by becoming nourishment for someone younger. Thanks to those of you who have trusted me with your life stories, deepest hurts and affections, profound decisions and wonderful questions. I’ve loved generating new life with you. I would love to connect with you on LinkedIn and Facebook See you next week, Grayson Did someone forward you this email? Get weekly reflections straight to your inbox by subscribing to The Compassionate Competitor. Want to share this issue via text, social media, or email? Just copy and paste this link: [ARCHIVE URL GOES HERE] |
Grayson Bain
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