Having a child, my son, a year to date after my mom’s passing became one of my biggest challenges. With a post-partum foggy state of mind and a loss of confidence in myself, I trudged through what I thought motherhood should be, always asking myself, am I enough? I changed him, I fed him, I did what needed to be done. I loved him with all my heart, and I still dreaded the answer. Was I really enough?
Then my second child came two years later, my daughter, and I found myself somewhat getting the hang of motherhood, but that nagging question was still there. Especially when I skipped off to work desperately in need of an adult fix: a conversation that didn’t involve “poop,” “fart,” or ” NeNe do this!” The need to be me in a world of them was daunting, but I found my way. I navigated the sea and finally found what was enough; I was.
Different stages in life call for different answers to this question. Sometimes the question seems more easily answered than at other times. Looking back, I found myself asking this question many times through out my life. During middle school, throughout high school. The one thing that got me through these times were the people I surrounded myself with- the dreamers, the doers, the magic makers, my kin.
I find myself yet again in the midst of these amazing people and searching for my purpose in life, and I hope to send a message of encouragement to the mom who may ask herself the same question. The answer is…Yes, you are enough. We are enough. What we have accomplished is monumental and deserves a HUGE high five, if not a big bear hug. And if you need some extra love, you can come my way, and I would be happy to lend a five or hug!