I am reward driven. We all are. I’m like an Olympic athlete winning gold when Strava or Duolingo award me virtual trophies. I run laps around the house. My wife laughs at me for this. I experience reward in differing ways. This morning I replaced a shower-head. My reward; manliness (and better water pressure.)
A trophy isn’t always a reward. I played on a baseball team as a child. Even bought a jockstrap! I was small and afraid of the ball. I didn’t care about the game. My parents signed me up. I played bench and far afield. At the end of the season each person on my team received an individual trophy. I put that trophy up on my shelf. I didn’t care about it. It meant nothing to me. I’d not earned it.
I want that affirmation. I want it in my marriage; “Thank you for taking out the trash." "Thank you for a lovely dinner.” I want it at work, “Thank you for keeping the shelves stocked.” I want it from my child. I wanted it from my parents.
God knows we are wired this way for He promises reward. Ultimately, we shall hear, “Well done my good and faithful servant.” Sometimes doing the good thing, the right thing, the self-dying thing needs greater motivation than being the right thing. One needs affirmation.
If I want it—and need it maybe others want and need it also. That’s something I will consider and work on. It seems a little thing this giving of affirmation. Plenty are rewarded for keeping the bench warm. How do I affirm those that are invested in the game?
Thank you for visiting the blog (even if you didn’t invest in a jockstrap).