Age and experience – it’s something I have come to appreciate as I too gain them.
I can still remember being a know-it-all-teenager – brought home by having one of my own now – but the memories are still there. Memories of not listening. Of thinking I knew the answers to all the problems. Memories of not always, but sometimes, making bad choices.
now it’s a different story
Now I listen. Now I ask advice. Now I often act on the wisdom of experience and age.
I know that respecting age and experience is something that I can model for my own kids, but it’s something that they’re going to have to learn on their own, and in their own time. Just as I did – mistakes and all.
doesn’t mean i won’t stop trying to tell them what to do
I’ll just remember how I didn’t listen, and how I’ve come to listen. Age and experience and time… and a respect of it.