You always wonder if it’s going to be enough. If you listened enough, paused enough, dropped down on your knees to look into her eyes enough. You wonder if when she went to sleep that night, she felt it:
Loved enough. Believed in enough.
“You are special.” I tell her this every day, because one day, sooner than I want to believe, someone will tell her she isn’t. And she will ask herself if it’s true. And the only answer she will have is what her heart tells her.
Today I wondered about Enough. It haunted me. There were deadlines, house showings, suitcases and plans and busyness. And there were two little eyes, peering at me–and one little mouth that has so often asked of late, Mom, “You ‘K?”
Not even two years old, and her heart is already wondering if I’m okay.
“That’s my job, Kiddo. Mommy gets to worry if you’re okay. Did you feel loved today?”
It’s a question her dad asks her every night–did you feel loved? She doesn’t know how to answer it yet, but someday she will. So for now, as we tuck her in with Bear securely by her side, we pray she knows…
She is enough. And we are trying our best to be the same..
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Excellent.
Thank you, Steve… thanks for stopping by.
If you’re even trying to teach a kid they’re “enough” you’re already on your way to stellar parenting 👍For someone to know they’re enough is the greatest gift a parent can give.