WHAT DO YOU BRING TO THE TABLE?

My sister, Joani, recently sent around a meme that said:

What do you bring to the table?

Nothing. I bring nothing to the table.

I have a career. I am the planner and the appointment maker. I am the holiday magic.

I grocery shop. I meal plan. I clean. I do endless laundry.

I keep track of everything and forget a lot.

I give support and encouragement and life advice. I bandage wounds and tears.

I cry. I worry. I guide. I protect. I cheer. I hold. I love.

I AM THE DAMN TABLE

This resonated with me deeply.

I often find myself asking “am i good enough”.

Am I a good enough mother, wife, sister, friend?

Am I actually bringing enough to the table in all areas of my life?

This is a love letter to every woman who’s ever been asked what she brings to the table, only to realize she is the table.

For too long, many of us have been conditioned to downplay our contributions.

We wonder if our efforts are “enough.”

But the truth?

We don’t just bring things to the table, we are the damn table!

I have women in my life who are BOSS BABES, like running the world boss babes!

Not only are they career minded, they are mothers, wives, sisters and daughters…they are all the things.

I have women in my life who are stay at home mom’s…

these moms can do what 5 others could do.

We take care of all the things and wear many different hats, everyday!

Regardless of what your “title” is, we are all the same.

We are the foundation you can build a life on.

We are the surface where homework gets done, where laughter echoes and where tears get wiped away.

We are the place where love is served daily, sometimes with a side of burnt toast and a whole lot of grace.

To every woman reading this who feels unseen in her daily grind:

You are not “just” managing the house.

You are not “just” supporting your partner.

You are not “just” raising kids or holding everything together.

You are the heartbeat of the family.

You are the reason things don’t fall apart.

Even on the days when you’re running on fumes, you bring creativity, patience, joy, strength, resilience and an enormous capacity for love.

You bring the magic that makes life feel like home

So the next time life asks you what you bring to the table, stand tall and proud and say

“I am the damn table.”

And if they don’t see the value in that?

Then maybe they don’t deserve a seat at it.

This blog post is in every way dedicated to my sweet Mama.

She was the sturdiest of tables.

Without a doubt, I know my mother didn’t realize her worth.

She was the glue, the magic, with a copious amount of patience and an endless amount of love to give.

She was more than enough, she was everything.

From one table to another,
Becki