I was sixteen, and crazy.
Boys, school, work, pressure, and never fitting in.
Everyone is cuter, skinnier, smarter.
Everyone has it all. I wasn’t
Enough. My life wasn’t enough.
I was twenty-five, and a mother.
A failing marriage, a broken house, but I had love.
I was a mom, and a good one. He made me
Feel like everything. I was enough for a moment, for
Lots of moments. My boy curled in my chest, growing,
Smiling, laughing and loved. We were enough, together.
By myself, I still wasn’t enough.
I had my mom, my family, my friends, my plan,
But was it enough?
Now 39 and lonely.
I have two boys. They hang my moon. Even though I’m
Twice divorced, orphaned, and sometimes pathetic.
I look at other women when I’m low, and wonder why
Can’t I be a wife? Why can’t my boys have grandparents?
Why can’t I be enough?
And this is what we do. We measure. We fail. We shrink. We lose
track of ourselves because we lose ourselves in the comparison.
Why would I want to be someone else? I have tools, strengths, experiences,
character muscle. I have survived. I have grown.
We all do. We all have purpose, and eventually we learn.
I am enough.
With God, I am enough.
There is no reason to compare. God doesn’t compare me,
He completes me.