I watched as a father held on tightly to his child’s bike, running alongside, not letting go.
It is a rite of passage many of have gone through, the removal of training wheels. The father ran about twenty metres, then gently let go.
I am not sure how many run-throughs occurred before I watched. I know the father wouldn’t let go until he knew the child had the skill to cycle on his own. He held on for as long as needed, but let go when it was time.
How many people in my life took the time to do just that?
I think of my parents who let me learn in a protected environment and then experience life on my own. Teachers led the class, then let us go into the world. Mentors and managers passed on their knowledge, experience, best-practices and then cheered from the sidelines as my success came. They all seemed to know when to hold on, when to let go. My life is a testament to that.
Now it is my turn. As my children become adults, as others ask for my insight, my knowledge I have been able to hold them in my world, passing on everything, holding nothing back. But, letting go, not always so easy.
The father ran about twenty metres, then gently let go.
I thank all who have let me loose on the world to let me experience with out boundaries, without barriers. I thank all who have let go just at the right time, just as I was about to soar.
Now I look to do the same.
Who do you have to thank for holding on then letting go?
Who do you need to let go of and experience the world, even if it means scraped knees and bruised ego?
There is no better half of that equation. The trick is to do both well, at the right time, and then stand back and enjoy the show.