While listening to a struggling mother talk in my counseling office recently, I had a flashback to my own teen years.
My mother was strict, but she gave me a long leash. As a result, I always thought I was very independent of my family. As I drove home that evening, however, I remembered a pattern of mine that showed how connected and dependent I was to those people.
Knowing wasn’t enough
I was fortunate to be somewhat talented on the bell-curve of my small town high school student body. And each year I participated in many solo and group performances.
The memory that flashed into my consciousness was that I never performed without simultaneously scanning the crowd for my family. Never.
I knew they were there. So why wasn’t just “knowing” enough for me?