Let me clear up a misconception.
Role models are not perfect. They are not saints. They are not people
who have it all figured out.
Role models are people who keep trying. Who fall down and get back up.
Who admit when they are wrong. Who apologize when they have hurt someone. Who
show up even when they do not feel like it.
That is what your grandchildren need to see. Not perfection.
Persistence.
They need to see you struggle and keep going. They need to see you fail
and try again. They need to see you face hard things with dignity, not because
it is easy, but because it is right.
That is how they learn resilience. Not from your sermons. From your
scars.
I once knew a man, I will call him Frank, who lost his wife after
fifty-seven years of Marriage. He was devastated. He stopped coming to the
centre. He stopped answering his phone. He stopped living.
And then one day, a volunteer called him. Not to fix him. Just to say,
“We miss you. Your chair is empty.”
Frank came back. Not all at once. Slowly. Hesitantly. He sat in the
back. He did not talk much. But he came.
Over time, he started talking. Then he started helping. Then he started
greeting new members at the door. The same door he had been afraid to walk
through himself.
Frank never gave a speech about resilience. He never wrote a book about
Grief. He just showed up. And every person who watched him come back learned
something that no lecture could teach.
That is what a role model does. Not teach. Show.
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