Change in Perspective
A young man on my team at work shared recently that he was waiting to hear if his mom had cancer. Not surprisingly, the fear was evident in his face and his voice. Gratefully, the doctors gave her an “all clear” not too much later. While we talked, I couldn’t help but think about how young he looked. He IS young.
I was his age when I found out my mom had cancer. I didn’t feel young at the time; I very much felt like a fully grown adult who mostly had things figured out. I definitely didn’t. I have wished for more years with my mom a million or so times, but it hit me pretty hard this week how young I really was.