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I had coffee with a old friend yesterday who I hadn’t seen in quite some time. He had retired, right before the COVID-19 pandemic truly started impacting the United States and many of his plans, not surprsignly, were put on hold. Yet beyond that, he struggled with the notion of retirement. My friend realized that so much of his life, his identify, was built around his working persona. When that persona ended, he found it hard to determine his worth.
While retirement, at least at this point in my life and career, is not something I spend much time considering, what my friend said resonated with me. It made me realize the areas of my life that brought me worth: being a father, husband and marketing professional. All had evolved over the years. Yet for puposes of this blog post and being true to myself, I’m going to focus on what I noted first – my worth as a father.
I’m not sure when you’ll actually read this post but it’s early Saturday morning as I write it. Our 16-year-old son Ethan had friends sleep over so our downstairs is full of empty Fanta cans and snack bags. In a little bit I’m going to drive to Dunkin’ and pick up a dozen dougnuts for them and some coffee for my wife and me. As corny as it might sound, it’s these small gestures that give me pleasure. They also reinforce my worth as a father, reminding me our kids still need me. Because, while I want to believe our kids will always need me, they’ll likely need me in different ways.
In a few years, Ethan will be out of the house; our daughter Sasha shortly after him. I’ll of course still be a father, but a father to what technically will be adult children. That changes my worth quite a bit. And it’s a bit scary to consider.
Writing this post makes me realize that I’d imagine many of us view aging with apprehension because we believe our worth declines. Let’s be honest, too. It’s not like society does us any favors with its inherent ageism. Yet it really is a cruel irony, when we consider it. Becuase your worth does increase as you age. That’s when all your experience, the good the bad and the ugly, really starts to mean something, when you start getting that worthy perspective to pass on to others. But no one cares.
As for my friend, he ultimately found his worth. He told me of his life in retirement, spending time with old and new friends, his granddaugher, projects he was undertaking. I suppose in the end we always need to be creating and recreating our worth. Because no one else will.
Image credit: Yeshi Kangrang