My kids…how I love them. When they are happy, I am happy. When they are sad, my heart breaks. Whatever they feel, I feel. And intensely. I still worry about their needs. Are they fed and warm? Are they making good decisions and choices? Are they feeling loved?
I cannot turn the mom in me off. I’m more mom than anything else. So much so, that I don’t know who I am outside of that role.
Discouragement sorta followed me into this new week. I tried not to allow it, but realistically I cannot control outside forces. The issues of last week are still ever present in this week.
This morning my son, Ezekiel, greatly encouraged me through text.
Ezekiel: Have a good day ❤️
Me: You too, love ❤️
Ezekiel: You’re a wonderful mom ❤️
Me: I don’t feel like it.
Ezekiel: You don’t have to feel it in order for something to be true.
What a beautiful way to start my morning. His words softened my soul. I need to be grounded.
You don’t have to feel it in order for it to be true. ♥️