I had a conversation with a couple of my school kids yesterday. It got me thinking about how much of my past I should share with them – how my experiences could help them, but, that there’s also a limit to what should be shared, where the line is between sharing, and telling so many details that faith – in me, in the position of responsibility I have over them – is shaken, and perhaps even lost.
So I shared – carefully – more of my story with them today. Not every gory little detail, but enough for them to understand my position on the topic in question, for them to get why I hold the opinion I do.
And they responded in kind. I got a hug; and then – wonder of wonders – others wanted to share. It was a humbling experience. I was honoured to be there, to have them share their pasts, their stories, with me.
It was beautiful. I love my job!
I hope you too, have a beautiful moment today, dear Reader 🙂