Sweet Mama, you are not Enough.
A Note to Myself—
Sweet mama, you are not enough.
You don’t have to be.
You were never meant to be. Stop trying so hard.
Put down the keeping-up handbook. Step back.
Allow your children to feel the God-given emptiness. The hollow echo of creation. The poured out. The Insufficiency of self.
Even if you made it your life’s work to keep the emptiness at bay,
To spare them any sort of lack
To protect them from feeling need
To keep them from discomfort— You will never outrun the empty.
Your child will put their hand out for their portion and the world will yank them into its depths to search for it.
Stop trying to be their enough.
Let them be weak.
Let them need.
Let them know defeat.
Let them feel the divine shaped empty.
Take a minute to feel it yourself. Only then will the pouring out and in begin.
From you, and onto them it will spill over. Drenching them in sufficient grace.
A love that points them to the source of enough.
Power made perfect in weakness. Sufficiency birthed in the place of wanting.
Hear that still, small, voice.
𝘚𝘸𝘦𝘦𝘵 𝘮𝘢𝘮𝘢, 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘦𝘯𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩. 𝘉𝘶𝘵 𝘐 𝘈𝘔.
