Thank you for sharing something so personal and reflective. I was deeply moved by this piece. At its heart, it feels like a reflection on what happens when a person spends a lifetime giving love, care, loyalty, and devotion to others, only to slowly realise how rarely they were truly chosen in return.
What made it especially touching for me was that the piece never turns bitter. Instead, it arrives at a quiet understanding that self-worth cannot be earned through sacrifice alone. The moment with your godfather’s advice brought everything together so naturally, gently guiding the piece toward self-recognition, self-compassion, and perhaps the most difficult act of all, finally choosing yourself. 💛✨
Thank you. It is a wonderful feeling when your words are heard and you truly feel seen.
If I am being honest, this has been brewing inside of me since I posted my last article, What Milo’s Journey Taught Me About My Own. Sometimes you realize that emotions sit with you long after you think you have given them sufficient time to work themselves out of your system.
After writing that last piece, I realized I was still dealing with those emotions. The words I wrote had not moved me past what I was feeling. They had only given it permission to surface and demand my attention.
We all want connection. We all want to be chosen. And sometimes, we need to learn how to choose ourselves.
Struggling to understand the difference between being chosen and being needed can be a lifelong pursuit, but it is something we all must learn to do.
I think there might be at least one more piece in me before I have finally worked out where these emotions are taking me, and I’m glad I have good friends along for the journey.
This is so true,you have to choose yourself first. I didn't know that for many years, was conditioned out of evrr choosing myself from a young age. I find myself in your story, in the overgiving and the waiting, wanting to be chosen. It's actually such a wonderful feeling to learn how to be your own best friend and to find the love you always wanted within yourself. It's very freeing
Same. Its a process 😉 but gets easier as time goes on. Once you know, you know. Sometimes we might slip back into habits of thought, but the more we focus on the light, the brighter it gets ✨️
Thank you for sharing your life with us, and know that I would have chosen you every time, held onto you, your love, kindness, strength and faith forever because you are an incredible, amazing, and wonderful person, and I love you.❤️
Consider this a huge hug and all I want is to chat. Even though I’m a straight old white lady I have walked a similar path. Give, until you’re emotionally vacant and physically spent. Standing in a crowded room and still feeling invisible unless something was offered up.
It took me years to figure out I was good enough for me if not anyone else.
People come into your life for a reason. Love. Lessons. Laughter. We don’t always get to choose who stays or goes but never forget that choice is always yours too. Your god father was a wise man. Pep talks in the morning staring at your droopy eyes and bed head mop will always have a positive impact upon your day. Personally I laugh at myself before anyone else gets a chance to.
I love the relationship you and your mom have. Boy moms are a special bond. I have that too with mine.
Looking forward to reading more from you and comparing characters.
Thank you and I will definitely take a hug! We are so similiar it is scary - whenyou say people come into your lives for different reasons - that is my philosophy too. I believe that people come into your lives for a season, seasons and sometimes life. It is the lessons - painful and joyous that you must be grateful for. Thank you for seeing me! And yes, the relationship between a boy and his mom is very special - add to that - I’m the baby makes it even more so. (Can I say I’m the baby at 63? - I guess I just did.)
Baby age is irrelevant 😊 I got 3 years on ya. We grew up in a crazy but wonderful time. Change happening daily all around us. I used to think my Gram grew up in the most dynamic time slot between cars replacing horses and telephones and tvs being invented… oh and the washing machine. Idk how I almost forgot that one. But our generation has come pretty far too. Out of everything the microwave remains my favorite lol. With my digital camera a close second. Hope you have a wonderful week.
Thank you for sharing something so personal and reflective. I was deeply moved by this piece. At its heart, it feels like a reflection on what happens when a person spends a lifetime giving love, care, loyalty, and devotion to others, only to slowly realise how rarely they were truly chosen in return.
What made it especially touching for me was that the piece never turns bitter. Instead, it arrives at a quiet understanding that self-worth cannot be earned through sacrifice alone. The moment with your godfather’s advice brought everything together so naturally, gently guiding the piece toward self-recognition, self-compassion, and perhaps the most difficult act of all, finally choosing yourself. 💛✨
Thank you. It is a wonderful feeling when your words are heard and you truly feel seen.
If I am being honest, this has been brewing inside of me since I posted my last article, What Milo’s Journey Taught Me About My Own. Sometimes you realize that emotions sit with you long after you think you have given them sufficient time to work themselves out of your system.
After writing that last piece, I realized I was still dealing with those emotions. The words I wrote had not moved me past what I was feeling. They had only given it permission to surface and demand my attention.
We all want connection. We all want to be chosen. And sometimes, we need to learn how to choose ourselves.
Struggling to understand the difference between being chosen and being needed can be a lifelong pursuit, but it is something we all must learn to do.
I think there might be at least one more piece in me before I have finally worked out where these emotions are taking me, and I’m glad I have good friends along for the journey.
This is so true,you have to choose yourself first. I didn't know that for many years, was conditioned out of evrr choosing myself from a young age. I find myself in your story, in the overgiving and the waiting, wanting to be chosen. It's actually such a wonderful feeling to learn how to be your own best friend and to find the love you always wanted within yourself. It's very freeing
I am still learning. It is difficult, but I think the first step is realizing that you are enough.
Even when there is no one there to tell you how worthy you are, you are still worthy.
Even when there is no one there to say, “I love you,” you are still loved.
I am learning to choose me every day, just a little bit more.
Same. Its a process 😉 but gets easier as time goes on. Once you know, you know. Sometimes we might slip back into habits of thought, but the more we focus on the light, the brighter it gets ✨️
Thank you for sharing your life with us, and know that I would have chosen you every time, held onto you, your love, kindness, strength and faith forever because you are an incredible, amazing, and wonderful person, and I love you.❤️
Consider this a huge hug and all I want is to chat. Even though I’m a straight old white lady I have walked a similar path. Give, until you’re emotionally vacant and physically spent. Standing in a crowded room and still feeling invisible unless something was offered up.
It took me years to figure out I was good enough for me if not anyone else.
People come into your life for a reason. Love. Lessons. Laughter. We don’t always get to choose who stays or goes but never forget that choice is always yours too. Your god father was a wise man. Pep talks in the morning staring at your droopy eyes and bed head mop will always have a positive impact upon your day. Personally I laugh at myself before anyone else gets a chance to.
I love the relationship you and your mom have. Boy moms are a special bond. I have that too with mine.
Looking forward to reading more from you and comparing characters.
Thank you and I will definitely take a hug! We are so similiar it is scary - whenyou say people come into your lives for different reasons - that is my philosophy too. I believe that people come into your lives for a season, seasons and sometimes life. It is the lessons - painful and joyous that you must be grateful for. Thank you for seeing me! And yes, the relationship between a boy and his mom is very special - add to that - I’m the baby makes it even more so. (Can I say I’m the baby at 63? - I guess I just did.)
Baby age is irrelevant 😊 I got 3 years on ya. We grew up in a crazy but wonderful time. Change happening daily all around us. I used to think my Gram grew up in the most dynamic time slot between cars replacing horses and telephones and tvs being invented… oh and the washing machine. Idk how I almost forgot that one. But our generation has come pretty far too. Out of everything the microwave remains my favorite lol. With my digital camera a close second. Hope you have a wonderful week.