Last evening a good friend of mine from high school was here visiting his sick mother, so a few of us got together. Some of these folks I haven’t seen in over 20 years. Times like this are great while they are happening and its fun to reminisce about the old days and laugh about times gone by. But for people like me, who think deeper thoughts than they really should sometimes, events like this bring up all sorts of feelings.
Though I am not what you call “old” by societal standards, you still realize how fast time goes. Your parents always told you that time goes faster the older you get. As teens you “poo-pooed” that and just wanted to be 21. But, as with most things that they told me, they were right. This morning I started thinking about how different a person I am from then, but then conversely, how little I actually have changed. In some ways I don’t even remember the person I was in high school. I was very outgoing, but down deep pretty insecure. Aren’t most teenagers? But then I thought, has that really changed? Yes, I am more secure in myself now than I was then, but aren’t we all just nervous 13 year olds under the skin?
Grown women worry about what their friends will think of them and if they are too fat. Grown men worry about whether the will be accepted by their peers or succeed. The playing field may be different but the games we play with ourselves are the same.
My Mom was 65 years old and near the end of her life and she was still playing mind games with herself. She said she was being punished because of how she took care of her Mother and Father in their failing years. I thought she was nuts. My Mom was the example of how to take care of your parents. She did more for them than anyone else in her family and shaved years off her life doing it. My Mom had a phobia about going to resturants and sitting alone because of something mean girls did to her in middle school. She carried this into her late adult life. Yesterday, as I got ready to go meet my friends, I worried if my thighs looked fat.
So when you chastise your young child or teen to not worry about what everyone else thinks, don’t be too hard on them. Yes, its a good lesson, but remember before you teach it, “physician-heal thyself!”