Yesterday I wore a t-shirt that read “Strong as a Mother.” I wanted the whole world to read it but the day was chilly. I slipped on a bright, mustard-toned sweater over my bold, grey t-shirt. Now no one could read these words but I still knew they were there. All day my swagger lived in that t-shirt, a secret no one knew but me.
Considering whether our relationship needs are met, it seems natural to examine whether we're receiving enough love and caring to satisfy our longing. But as adults — particularly as parents — we have far fewer opportunities to receive caring than we do to provide it. The good news is that our longing for connection is also fed by giving our caring.