When no one responds we panic -- When everyone responds we are overwhelmed. Is there no happy medium?
Wondering to myself - perhaps it is like a bra. Finding the right bra is somewhat of a challenge and then what kind of bra do you really want
Are we happy with one with under-wires - the kind that pinch and poke us? Or one that is just barely there.
Do we want one that gives us a little extra push up so that all the world can see possibly what we have - if anything at all.
And why is it that we wear bra's to begin with
to give us support? To lift and separate? Or something to wrap around our body to make us feel whole.
Which leads me to ponder that whole question too. Do we actually need something in our life to make us feel whole? Cannot we feel whole on our own, without the aid of others?
actually I'm thinking not .....
I know I cannot feel complete unless I have someone to make me feel whole, and I am really grateful for the people in my life who make me feel that I am worthy enough to be in their thoughts and lives.
My children make me feel whole - they make me smile, they make me mad. They make me wanna throttle them sometimes cause they are being unreasonable. But i would not be complete without them.
So is the human spirit -- we all have needs. We all want to feel that we are valid human beings. We all want someone in our life who will wrap themselves around us like a bra. Who will lift us up, and separate us from the masses. They can make us feel pretty and special.
Someone who will txt us in the middle of the night cause they cant sleep. Or they wanna sleep but just need to reach out and touch us for a moment to help them get back to sleep. I am guilty of doing that. Reaching out in the middle of the night
with a txt
Usually it goes upon sleeping ears.
Sometimes i would txt i love you, and the txt would come back i love you too.
Funny how we have that need -- to be validated -- to know that someone cares.
I remember when Rick and I first started being a couple, and we would have the most wonderful conversations via txt. Now -- we live together, we have our conversations at the dinner table, and I am comforted by the sounds of him sleeping in the room next door. Thank you my sweet prince for helping me validate my own existence and to know that I am not just a dust bunny under the bed.