This week’s writing prompt is Empty.
Sometimes I have absolutely noting left to give. I take care of my children, my husband, my home and myself. I know that is the complaint from every single mother out there…so much to do, so little resources to do a good job. At times I feel frantic when I feel like my nurturing tank is empty. I raise my voice when I know better, I get impatient about things that are no big deal, my heart races to try and keep up with…well…nothing really. The emptiness is real though because it takes a lot out of a person to care for others. During pre-flight instructions, flight attendants to tell you to fasten your own oxygen mask before helping others pre-flight instructions, there is a reason for that. If I am going to be helpful I know that I need to take care of myself. The empty depleted feeling is also oddly grounding to me. Through the emptiness I discover my limits and my true character. I know that I am a tolerant person when I can tolerate nothing else. I know that I am a patient person when I realize I have no patience left.