Do you ever feel inadequate about being a mom? or insecure about how you look? or how clean your closets are? or how you act in a large group of other women? Do you feel like you aren’t spiritual enough? or doing enough? or being enough? Are you comparing yourself to other people? people you don’t know? people on Pinterest? people on Facebook? people more creative than you? people more happy than you? people more wealthy, skinny, organized, pretty, or better than you?
I have heard this a lot lately. a lot of people….WOMEN….saying that they are just insecure about this or that. something. anything. And I get it. I do. I am insecure about pretty much everything. I second-guess my menu decisions. I worry that someone will see the mountains of dust on my ceiling fan blades and think I am pathetic. I get in a group of other women and instantly become a weirder, awkwarder, more know-it-all and obnoxious version of myself. Trust me…I get it.
But here’s the thing….
and this is something that I will preach till the day I die…
YOU ARE ENOUGH.
Sure, this is me being a very feminist, very girl-power, very go-go-jay-jay type right now. But it’s so freaking true! I have never (NEVERNEVERNEVER) met a female that I couldn’t find beautiful. It doesn’t matter if you are overweight – someone will be jealous of your hair. It doesn’t matter if you live in a box – someone out there wishes they had your voice. It doesn’t matter if you have a printable with your Halloween treats – someone wishes they could have your work ethic. Do you see what I am saying?
You are awesome. Maybe not in every single way. But in some way…you are the poo of awesome. and in this analogy, poo is the best.
Lately, I have been getting a lot of compliments…over the top comments about me rocking harder than an angsty fifteen year old with a guitar. Don’t get me wrong…I love getting compliments. It makes me feel all warm and fuzzy inside. It makes me feel like I know what I am doing. I love when people think I have it all together. But the honest-to-God truth is – I do not. Not even close. I am a thirty-three year old with neck acne. I yell at my kids. I fight with my husband. My hallway (and bathroom, and closet, and laundry room floor) have about three thousand articles of dirty clothing laying on them and Will has no clean jammies so he slept tonight in a pair of workout shorts and a Ninja Turtle sweatshirt. My kids sometimes don’t get anything green in their diets except an apple flavored lollipop. I compare myself to my mom…my sister…my friends…my fellow bloggers…and that random nanny that always has on the cutest outfit that picks up that kid at Will’s preschool.
But you know what? I know the truth. Even with all those outside influences. Even with all that inside stuff. Deep deep down, I know I am enough. I am enough because I can do one little thing. And that one little thing, the only thing that really matters, the thing that is so lacking in our busy busy world and our social media frenzies is this….
I am enough because I can love others.
I hope you join me in that. I hope you take hold of that thought….loving well. loving radically. loving beyond what is cool or culturally appropriate. I hope you wake up in the morning and you focus on loving others, loving yourself and loving in actions, words, intentions, and tough situations. I hope you love in a way that makes others question what you did. I hope you love in a way that raises eyebrows. I hope you love so hard for the sake of loving that people think you are weird.
THAT is when Pinterest won’t matter. It will become a tool.
THAT is when Facebook won’t phase you. It will become a place to encourage.
THAT is when your kids and your significant other and your coworkers won’t irritate you. Ok…maybe they will a little…but those moments will dissolve into less who-is-right and more of what-is-right….and you know what is right all the time? Loving those people.
I hope we women stop apologizing for messy floors or a dirty house and start inviting people in our doors. I hope we women stop complaining about the number on the scale and we think more about the number of encouraging texts we send to friends. I hope we women stop comparing our child’s accomplishments and start accomplishing the task of building up loving children. I hope we women show up even with rowdy kids in tow, that we practice healthy thoughts, that we learn to say I am gonna be a super-loving-mom today and then we rock it with a figurative (or literal) cape on in pick-up-line. That we forgive ourselves when we fail. That we let go of our idea of perfection. That we see ourselves accurately as a child of a King. A true princess. And that our beauty is not our youth, or figure, or paycheck, or accomplishments, or kids, or degrees, or houses….that our beauty lies in God’s eyes and that He has called us all to do one simple and significantly awesome thing…..