There once was an elderly lady in Carpenter Country named Mom, who didn’t think she was a senior citizen. She lived with her eighty-year young husband, who also didn’t realize the years had snuck up on him.
Their conversations often dovetailed into nudges and smiles as they watched their neighbors stumble around with canes or complain about an ache here or a pain there.
At the end of these sessions, they’d glance at me and ask, “Don’t you think we look better?”
I’d nod a yes–but I spent a lot of time wondering why they enjoyed faultfinding every senior citizen in their neighborhood.
Then the other day I came across an article about teens who constantly criticize their own bodies. At first I thought–what nutty behavior. Then I read further and realized this strange activity was actually making them feel like part of the crowd.
I know the experts frown on any sort of character assassination, and people bashing shouldn’t be encouraged, but what the heck…happy is happy.
Yesterday, a friend said, “I guess I’m not as young as I’d like to be.”
I quickly replied, “Not true.” And then added, “As for me–I’ll never look as good as I used to.”
My friend smiled and said, “You’ve got to be kidding.”
Wow, I thought, Mom and Dad were really onto something–and so are today’s teens.
When done right–positive feedback is absolutely exhilarating!