THE HAND OFF

There are some days

I just really want to talk to my parents.

This summer it will be 20 years since my mother died

And 11 since my dad.

That’s a long time.

I’ve accumulated many questions

In those decades.

I seemed to have hit an age

Or stage

Where I want to draw on their wisdom.

It goes something like this…

Many of the things in my life,

Things that have been staples,

Seem to be changing

Radically.

Institutions that have been the foundation

Of our culture

No longer have the same importance.

It’s definitely time to hand the responsibility

Off to the next generation.

But do they want it?

Did we want it

When it was our turn

To take the lead?

I don’t remember even asking myself that question.

And if we let go

We can be guaranteed

There will be change.

That word that so many dread.

So how do we graciously

Begin to step aside

Providing help and sharing wisdom

At the same time embracing their changes.

How do we hold on

And let go

At the same time?

Live with the paradox.

It’s a delicate balancing act

For both generations.

I have a great example of this

In my life

As chair of the Nurture Committee

At my church.

Five smart, talented, wise and committed

Young women join me on the committee.

We constantly seek ways to nurture our congregation

And our community.

Reaching out to young families

With new ideas and activities

And working to support the foundation

That so many have known for so long.

So how do we keep all the balls in the air?

How do we keep what matters

And still make room for innovation?

How do we decide what is important

Enough to keep

And what to let go of?

How does one generation

Graciously encourage the next?

Pondering,

Gail

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

4 Comments

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4 responses to “THE HAND OFF

  1. Thought provoking post, and I wish there were answers to point at because it would be a better world for all of us.

  2. wholelotmoore

    I ponder , and even to the point of worry about the same things, and get nowhere. I do miss my parents. I’d so love to hear what my mom would think in so many situations. She was very wise. Our church is the most troubling. When I spoke with Jeff Mabry Friday, we had to reminisce of our days growing up from the crib to graduation at FPC. Seeing Christy Neal with her mother a few Sunday’s ago brought about those same emotions. We were such a tight group. I really long for our own youth to experience a bit of the same. Thanks for sharing your thoughts.

    Linda Moore

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