tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1932543547783316307.post7692794755277722513..comments2021-08-05T07:16:03.312-02:30Jill S.http://www.blogger.com/profile/15624462611697778401[email protected]Blogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1932543547783316307.post-2559001686683814722015-09-22T05:31:56.385-02:302015-09-22T05:31:56.385-02:30Well, here I am a blubbering mess because you have succinctly posted what I felt like for years. Worth was only in what others thought of you and not in what I thought of my self. Worth was only in having things and &#39;having others &#39;own&#39; me as a wife, daughter, Sunday School teacher, etc., and the fact that I really didn&#39;t measure up to their perceived vision of worth. It was not in the fact that I did just get up one morning and greeted the day with an &quot;I&#39;m going to get through this day with love&quot; and gave one daughter Cheerios and chocolate milk for breakfast (her fave) and put a note in my other daughters lunch bag that said &quot;I love you&quot; and I smiled knowing I made them smile.<br /><br />II&#39;ll never forget being at church one morning when a bunch of us parents were talking about behaviour of kids and I interjected a comment into the conversation. One of the parents(a teacher), laughed out loud and said &quot;what would you know about it-you&#39;re just a babysitter&quot;. No one spoke up, no one commented, I just walked away feeling worthless.<br /><br />My worth came from everything that I did every day with all my heart and soul -living my children and other people&#39;s children (as a just a babysitter and a church volunteer). My worth came in ways where I could focus and use my creativity by writing for myself. My worth came in tackling hard things for me that may have seemed easy for others. My worth came from going back to university after over twenty years and pursuing what others felt was a worthless waste of time, effort and money, and doing far better than I&#39;d thought possible. <br /><br />And up until 4 years ago, my worth came from knowing at the end of every day, I did it all to the best of my ability and not what others thought I should have been able to do.<br /><br />Funny thing, you were and are a person I always admired greatly for pursuing what you loved and for speaking your mind. I always saw you as confident and happy and loved. I often said to myself &#39;I wish I could be like her&#39;, even though I was 22 years older than you. You had spark and joy and enthusiasm. And love for your family and friends and writing and books and makeup and cats...you had love for your life and it loved you life.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Anonymous[email protected]tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1932543547783316307.post-50811356008882988482015-09-21T23:40:43.127-02:302015-09-21T23:40:43.127-02:30Having worked with people with compounded mental, physical, and social health issues (e.g. drug addiction, homelessness, anger issues, schizophrenia, and Hepatitis-C), I feel that many people pass beneath the &quot;worthiness&quot; radar, at least according to where society sets the standards. <br /><br />Just a thought that has no conclusion to it. Also, I&#39;m glad we were (are, I hope!) friends. Come live in Vancouver.Marionhttp://www.factandfallacy.com[email protected]tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1932543547783316307.post-46778497741406619672015-09-21T20:42:54.471-02:302015-09-21T20:42:54.471-02:30Brillantly written and expressed. Don&#39;t worry about checking the tick boxes ...the text fields of life constantly change. And that&#39;s good! Marleyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00609535408273313824[email protected]