I have a rare, supreme pleasure in my work, the joy of watching others grow. I like to think I till the soil, maybe water it a little, help bring a little sunlight in, but no matter what I do, it is still the miracle of inner healing that I cannot make happen, and which I love watching.
Me: What's better this week?
Client: Oh, a lot of things
Me: Really? What?
Client: Yeah, this and this, and I realized this, and did you know that and now I know what I want to do is this and did you know he....
and so on. These are the conversations I get to be a part of, and its awesome the way people GET BETTER!!!!
When I first became a therapist, I thought of myself as the agent of change, the one that would make the difference, but the more I do this work, the more I realize that people make their own change, and I get to be along for the ride. I get to be the supportive sister, the excited mother, the invested aunt, who holds a child's hand until he or she (through no invention of mine!!!) can walk on his or her own through natural processes. Can my skills help? Of course. But I cannot make the soul grow anymore than I can make my garden grow. Still, I can sure enjoy its blooms.
"I planted the seed, Apollos watered it, but God made it grow." 1st Corinthians 3:6 (NIV)