So. I was talking with my Dad the other day. Have you ever been pigeon-holed? People assume you are something, because of something they assume?
Well, that’s my Dad. The me he knows and loves is stuck somewhere in the late 70’s.
The late 70’s were such a long time ago. And since then, I am happy to report, I have matured and changed a great deal. If nothing else, I definitely have a much better haircut and an infinitely more sophisticated wardrobe.
And yet. Talking with my dad, he still relates to me as if I were 14 years old.
I would like to say this is charming or amusing. It is not. (Maybe for others.) For me it is (more than mildly) annoying (depending on my mood.) But it is what it is, and I am loath to do anything to change it. Believe me, I have tried.
So? Why bring this up?
Because, we humans have the capacity to change. We have the capacity to evolve. To grow, to learn, to inspire, to achieve, to lead, to adapt. To make mistakes and learn from them. And move on. Whatever your path may be, it is ever evolving. If you let it.
Nonetheless. There are people who don’t want to see you change. They like the little girl that you were. Or the easy-going friend, or the partier, or whoever you were then.
But. Who does that serve? You? Probably not.
My dad is very comfortable with me as his little girl. I know in his heart of hearts he wants more for me, but that’s who he sees me as, and how he relates to me. That’s where he is.
And so. I grit my teeth, and know that he loves me and his grandkids and son-in-law. And I know he’s telling all his cronies how proud he is of the news that I dutifully report.
Still, when I hang up the phone after our conversation, I’m a little mad. Frustrated that he can’t see me for who I’ve grown to be. Because I know if he could. He would be even more proud.