This post is part of a series I like to call “A Visit From Mom.” These posts are written by, well…my mom. I think she kind of rocks! My mom and her mother were the primary inspirations for me to starting writing way back as a little girl. Now, I share my blog with my mom cause I think she has some things to say that you might really love.
For most of my life, I have been immersed in the concepts of teamwork and providing encouragement and assistance for all of God’s children. Enabling others to attain their goals and realize their worth is so much a part of me, I wouldn’t know how not to do it. Helping others to appreciate their value and potential is an enormous joy and I relish it. To be able to help someone rebuild their self esteem and enjoy life in a new way is a wondrous feeling.
But what happens when that “enablement” settles in just a little too well? What happens when the person you tried to empower suddenly feels superior to you, when you are not good enough to be seen with them, when you helped them up and over your head, when your mentor status is reduced to forgotten status?
A truly strong person would look at those results and say, “I have succeeded.” But those of use who have our own myriad of insecurities just wonder why we are underappreciated. I suppose the truth of the matter is I just want to be valued, too. And there is no amount of gratitude that seems to make that desire dissipate.
I must remind myself that my perception is tainted by my belief system which includes a little tiny piece that says I am not worthy to be loved and appreciated. If I have played a small part in lifting another up, it is as it should be. Much like a mama bird lovingly builds a nest, feeds her chicks with diligence, trains them to fly, and watches them fly away,. . . such as it is with those we touch in life. There is bittersweet joy in the doing. To expect anything less is to go against the grand design of our Heavenly Father.
Carlene Welch is the General Manager at Home Instead Senior Care of Northwest Arkansas, and avid writer and poet, and my mom. She serves as a Stephen’s Minister at her church and is one of the wisest women I know. She writes custom poetry and prose for cards and gifts. For more information, contact us at firstname.lastname@example.org.