Woman, your worth is not measured by your suffering
💔 I need to kill a myth. Your children don’t love you because you suffered. Love and pity are not the same thing. They love you because you are their mother - because you were there for them. You played with them, listened to them, believed in them, and nurtured them. They love you because your presence was warm, not because your pain was visible. 👉🏿 Somewhere along the way, we were sold a lie - that a woman’s suffering is the "seed" for her children’s appreciation. That to be loved, a mother must labor endlessly, stretch herself thin, and lose herself in the process. But listen: if you have to nearly die before your children can appreciate you, something is deeply wrong. Children don’t crave your exhaustion; they crave your presence. 😀 They want laughter, not sighs. 😔 They want correction from love, not frustration. 😻 They want to sit and gist with you - not watch you bulldoze around the house, cleaning and cooking without end. I remember when I was a child - Saturda...