As a developmental psychologist, I'm fascinated by the transitions we make from birth to death. But, even more remarkable are the infinite outcomes that rely on our experiences and relationships with others. It's this special magic that makes us all unique in our own right.
Having three generations of my family home last month - my children and my parents - it struck me how much my role has shifted as my children have become young adults. I am a witness to their lives - I no longer orchestrate, manage, or intervene. My new objective is to show them that I see them, hear them, and that I'll always be here for them.
This is taking some getting used to because it sometimes feel like I'm not doing enough as a parent. But as our children transform, so must we. I realize how much I appreciate my parents still witnessing and supporting my life. They see me. They hear me. They are always there for me. That's love. And I am eternally grateful.
We can scale this role of being a witness to others outside our families. What if we aspire to see, hear, and show up for all the others in our lives? Our friends, neighbors, co-workers, or even a stranger. It might go a long way to fostering more community, empathy, and connection and moderate our impulse to judge before knowing.
Be well. Be safe. Be hopeful.
