See-ers Being Seen

This March, I’ve made an effort to read through each day’s daily call for slices. I try to take in each day’s tip and check out the inspirational post highlighted. I know each TWT co-author has taken time to curate and create these tips and find inspiration to share with each of us. I read today’s tip and quickly moved on. I’ve been inspired…I try to let people know. Next!

My next slicing routine is to skim through other early morning commenters, clicking on posts that intrigue me or checking in with a few regulars. This slice season, Melanie and I have been posting around the same time each day. She often comments on my pieces before I’ve left for work and I try to do the same. This morning, I read her post, Wipe Those Tears and made an immediate connection. My heart tugged for Melanie because I knew where those tears had come from…at least I felt like I did. So I commented, hoping I had got it right and she would know I felt the magnitude of her words.

Last week, I posted about my family’s baby group chat…just between me and my husband and oldest daughter. I wrote about how receiving a daily picture of my daughter’s feet has become a Daily Ritual that I look forward to.

On Wednesday of this past week, Wren woke up exhausted. She’s been going non-stop between school and a busy competitive dance stretch. She begged to stay home from school, to have a moment to catch up on sleep and life. To have a moment to breath. After some early morning heated debate, I agreed.

I arrived at work, knowing my girl was still curled up in bed. There would be no group text this morning. But then my husband surprised me….

His words stopped me in my tracks and brought tears to my eyes. I’ve thought a lot about this moment this week and it wasn’t until I read Melanie’s words, that I realized why. It was exactly what I said in Melanie’s comment…I am used to being the see-er in every aspect of my life, and while seeing others usually fills me up, lately that role has left me feeling trampled on. But just this one moment of someone seeing ME caught me off-guard….but also filled me right back up.

This morning, just a few minutes after commenting on Melanie’s post, she texted me.

And I knew she felt the intention behind my words. See-ers need to be seen

I see you.

Published by Jessica Carey

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I'm a mom of three daughters and a literacy coach in CT. I love to learn and share with others.

12 thoughts on “See-ers Being Seen”

  2. Tears again…

    Love A’s text. What a special thing to do. His seeing you helps the girls to also appreciate you more.

    You do so much for so many. You’re also in the THICK of all of it with the girls being as busy as they are and no one able to drive. That milestone helps a little, although brings around lots of worry.

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  6. So now I’m over here crying! Your husband’s text shows so much how he sees you. Your line hit me hard -” role has left me feeling trampled on. ” Like you, I’m the helper to my husband, to my mom, to all at work. And so often I feel that weight and have trouble catching my breath and not sure what to call it. But you named it for. me. I just want to also be seen as well as being a see-er. Thnak you for naming this for me.

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  10. This is a post that brings tears to MY eyes as it really is about an essential part of human nature – we all need to be seen even if we are usually see-ers. You are inspiring me to both continue to see and yet to accept being seen. Thank you

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