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I see myself in my eldest son – he isn’t interested in being motivated by someone else. My pressuring or persistence, my nagging and requesting – it does nothing to motivate him.
But this morning playing in the snow, he started making a wall out of snowballs.
My husband and I watched from the window. “He’s so industrious,” my husband remarked.
His motivation is at its best when it’s internal.
There’s a time and place for him (and I) to learn to be externally motivated. Motivated out of obedience, out of obligation, out of commitment, out of necessity. But there’s something entirely pure about a self-motivation.
I’m at my best when I’m digging from that well – the well of determination and natural drive. When I write because I’m motivated, when I capture an image because I’m compelled, when I play a game with the boys because I love them, when I chat with a friend because she matters to me, when I spend time with my husband because I really miss his company — these are the motivations that don’t drain me. They sustain me.
I hope to dig deep into my own natural motivations this year, to make room for the things that are true to my wiring, and I hope to marvel when those around me – young and old – do the same.