My father called me yesterday, no doubt after a conversation with my mother who told him of my recent bouts of the weepies. My father is a great, loving man with a heart deeper than the ocean. I have always been a ‘daddy’s girl’ and I guess, even at my age today, I still am.
We spoke last night for an hour and a half. I don’t know how your parents are, but in my family, my mother is the most loquacious and my father just sits back and listens so that he called me and we spoke in length, says a lot to me. The last two days have been so refreshing to speak at such lengths with each of my parents.
He reminded me who I am, how I was raised, and how I don’t need anyone for me to be ok with me. Something I seem to have forgotten these last 10 or so years. He reminded me that we choose the people in our life because we want them there, not because we need them there. He’s a wise man who has been through a lot in his 61 years, and his words ring true to my heart and soul. He’s never been one to pick a side and when I’m wrong, he has no problem telling me so. He doesn’t often offer advice without being asked, but I am so grateful that he did.
He’s so right – I have lost myself – I’ve forgotten what it’s like to be who I am and stand on my own two feet needing no one to hold me up. He raised me to be a strong person, not take no for an answer when I deserve a yes, to be self-sufficient, and self-reliable. He raised me to be fierce. I am slowly cowering away, letting myself get wrapped up in some sense of doubting self-worth. Maybe if I remember that I don’t need anyone, but instead want someone, I’ll figure out just what I want and what I don’t want – I’ll no longer be clouded by the preconceived notion that someone completes me. If I can’t complete me, how can I expect to love me, how can I expect to love others, and how can I ever expect to be loved in return?
Being a daughter, a wife, a mother, a sister, a friend, or an employee does not define me. Who I am, not what I am, is the definition of me. It’s time I rediscover that.
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What great parents you have. Both of them seemed to have encouraged you and given you direction. I am glad that you are finding yourself again.