Sharing Your Legacy
It was a familiar noise, the distinctive cleng cleng of a child’s bicycle. A very patient daddy rode slowly alongside his pink-helmeted little one on her matching bike. “That’s good. Slow and steady. Good. Keep the handlebars straight ahead. Looking good, sweetie.”
A wave of nostalgia washed over me. Untold decades ago I was on that bike. I still remember the taste of freedom as my dad took off the training wheels and let me ride solo down the small hill. In that moment, wind in my hair, I knew what it meant to fly.
I wonder now if my willingness to learn new things, and my desire to shepherd others in the direction of their dreams was born in those moments. And I wonder if people who are easily discouraged – who quit when things get tough – didn’t have that gift of mentoring when they were young.
There’s a lot in the papers about ‘the new generation’ not being as wonderful as we think they should be. Perhaps …… more
