A few days ago my 5 year old, Kaiper, came up to me out of the blue, hugged me as tight as he could, and whispered, “Thank you for all the things you do for us, Mommy. You’re the best Mommy.”
This evening as I was driving the kids home from soccer practice, feeling exhausted and defeated by the day, those words replayed in my head. He probably didn’t realize that those words would carry me for days to come. He is a sweet, empathetic child, but still he couldn’t have known the weight of his words in that moment. He has probably long since forgotten, while I am clinging to those words like a life preserver.
The kids were preoccupied, hiding from an imaginary polar bear in the backseat, so I spent the rest of my drive thinking about how those words saved me this week and how words, in general, are so powerful. Just like one sentence, sometimes one word, can deflate us…even scar us…words can also fill us up and carry us through.
While I drove and thought, I was pinged by words…words that hurt me over the years, words that healed me, words I regret because they hurt someone else. Words are powerful. Once they leave our lips they may as well be in permanent marker.
As a wife and mom….scratch that…as any human being, it’s easy to feel unappreciated. Especially during times when we are maxing ourselves out for others. Our daily efforts feel invisible. We can start to feel invisible, as if the only way one might notice we were ever there to begin with is if all the things were left undone in our absence. It’s amazing though, how one sentence can refresh our spirits and reenergize us to carry on. One acknowledgement, one affirmation, one simple string of words that needn’t even be perfectly placed.
I’m feeling thankful tonight. Thankful for the reminder that words are powerful. Thankful for receiving the words I needed when I needed them most. And especially thankful for the reminder that I need to say the words to others more.
Five year olds are smart, intuitive, and don’t tend to complicate emotions like we do as we grow older. If they feel it, they typically say it. Listen to the 5 year old, give the hug, say the words, see the difference.
Hi, I’m Jessica! I am wife to Chris, and mom to Kaiper, Alana and Koa. I am a graphic designer, website developer and aspiring author. In this space, I share about everything from parenting, working from home, food we cook, and lots of things for kids! Learn more about me here.