Is not measured by how full our cup is
But by how full theirs is.
We don’t forgive ourselves
Instead, we’re overstressing
Trying to fit in this thing and that thing and
Pushing ourselves to the brink
Just so we can think that
We’ve achieved the mark.
Because let’s face it. It’s hard
In the middle of chaos, to feel like a queen who owns her dignity.
It’s hard not to fix blame on us when another plate falls off a stick and
We watch the clock tick
Off one second
We forget to slow down and savor
Simple life lessons
So mama, take the time to stop and refresh and revive your mind. To breathe. To release the clutter you’ve stored inside.
It hurts our pride to be known
As less than perfect;
We want to own
Our own place, our own boasts
We try to please and do the most so we can gain and retain our reputation.
We have to relearn.
Learn to pause
In the noise
In the chaos.
Learn that you can choose joy; employ it when least felt-
In the midst of dirt and cries that make us sigh to him and say
“I can’t do this on my own.
I can’t be a support to so many so long.
I need to be seen.
Every day I’ll keep pushing on
As long as you hold me up.
Overflow my cup and teach me to see
That the spill is part of our journey.
That your will is for satisfaction to fill me.
That though the possibilities presented don’t thrill me,
You’ll take my inadequacy
And make it more than enough.”