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Before you add one more thing to the Mother’s Day list - pause. What if we stopped being the family’s emotional project manager?
I remember a Sunday lunch - not even Mother’s Day - when I realised I was orchestrating everything. Who liked gravy. Who didn’t. Who hadn’t eaten enough. Who needed prompting to say thank you. Who might spill something. Who was about to sulk. I was exhausted before we’d even sat down.
And then it hit me - I had made myself indispensable. Some of that was love. Some of it was conditioning. Some of it, if I’m honest, was fear. Because if I stop managing… what happens?
Maybe dinner’s late. Maybe someone forgets the card. Maybe there’s awkward silence. But maybe - just maybe - someone else steps up.
Mother’s Day can expose how much we carry. Not just the visible jobs, but the emotional forecasting. The pre-emptive soothing. The invisible anticipation of everyone’s needs. And if I’m honest - sometimes we cling to that role because it makes us feel needed. But needed and valued are not the same thing.
So what if this year we let one small thing drop? Not dramatically. Just enough to see what shifts. Because long term, we don’t want children who rely on us to manage their world. We want young people who can manage themselves. And that means loosening our grip.
Mother’s Day might be less about celebration and more about recalibration. Who am I, if I’m not the martyr? That’s a question!
Thank you for pausing with me. Take care.
By with Kim McCabe (because a pause is not a luxury)Before you add one more thing to the Mother’s Day list - pause. What if we stopped being the family’s emotional project manager?
I remember a Sunday lunch - not even Mother’s Day - when I realised I was orchestrating everything. Who liked gravy. Who didn’t. Who hadn’t eaten enough. Who needed prompting to say thank you. Who might spill something. Who was about to sulk. I was exhausted before we’d even sat down.
And then it hit me - I had made myself indispensable. Some of that was love. Some of it was conditioning. Some of it, if I’m honest, was fear. Because if I stop managing… what happens?
Maybe dinner’s late. Maybe someone forgets the card. Maybe there’s awkward silence. But maybe - just maybe - someone else steps up.
Mother’s Day can expose how much we carry. Not just the visible jobs, but the emotional forecasting. The pre-emptive soothing. The invisible anticipation of everyone’s needs. And if I’m honest - sometimes we cling to that role because it makes us feel needed. But needed and valued are not the same thing.
So what if this year we let one small thing drop? Not dramatically. Just enough to see what shifts. Because long term, we don’t want children who rely on us to manage their world. We want young people who can manage themselves. And that means loosening our grip.
Mother’s Day might be less about celebration and more about recalibration. Who am I, if I’m not the martyr? That’s a question!
Thank you for pausing with me. Take care.