You know those occasional blog posts I do that are really
just a way for me to cry out and see if anyone’s listening and if anyone knows
or understands how I feel? This is one of those. So, if you’re not interested,
don’t continue.
I’m the third child in my family, the youngest. And, quite
frankly, sometimes I feel like I’m the least noticeable. I don’t try to make
trouble for my parents. Lord knows they have enough on their plates as is. But
often I feel like I’m a mistake, like I’m extra. Now, my family would
vehemently deny this, but it’s true. I feel as though sometimes I’m a random
accident. My sister, well, she’s a miracle child. I’ve heard the story of her
birth so many times I could recite it backwards and forwards. But me? I’m
nothing special. I just randomly popped out about twenty months after she did.
And often, I feel like, for better and worse, I live in the
shadows of my siblings. Which is really frustrating, let me tell you.
I need to find a purpose! And not like I need to read A
Purpose-Driven Life. I mean that these days I struggle to find a reason for my
existence. I look for a purpose. Why am I here? And if someone recites the
idiotic catechism about the chief role of man is to praise God and honor him, I’m
going to scream. Because, while that is my ultimate purpose, there’s times when
I need something more concrete, something that says I’m not a mistake. I need
to know that I’m worth the time. That I’ll be remembered. That I’m not a
worthless piece off biology that came into being.
I know that for some people, this sounds ludicrous. Stupid
even. But, I’ll imagine that most of you are extremely secure in your positions
in your family and don’t have a precarious field that is your realm of study
(or you’re a teenager whose main goal in life is to have fun and survive high
school).
I guess part of this is issues from this summer, where I
worked behind the scenes at a camp, and I felt like, other than making some
money for college, I didn’t do anything of value or significance. And I’m still struggling because, unlike my
siblings, I feel like I have to work extremely hard to fight to just be me, to
prove to myself and people around me that I am worth it! That I have some
value.
And I’m studying in a really small field in a super
selective program. Again, chosen because of my rather paltry skill set, and
because I felt like it would get me to my goals. But unlike so many in my
major, I suffer from feeling like a fraud of a writer. I’m not active enough in
my writing or prolific. I don’t succeed where so many others have. I’m just
average. I’m just boring. So, am I worth it?
Great question, answers…. Lacking, I’m afraid. How do you
prove to yourself that you have significance and value? I don’t know. I need to
have a real purpose, something that God has that only I can do. I know, that’s likely rather prideful and pig-headed. But
it’s something that I know I need. I need to know that I’m not a mistake, or a
failure. I want so desperately to know God’s plan for me because then I could
say definitively that there is a specific reason I am here and that God did not
create someone else in my stead.
So, is there anyone else out there like me? Or am I alone in
the questions and doubts? And fears?
You are not alone in your feelings. I too have felt the same way within my own family. I try to be the best sister, daughter, aunt, mother and friend that I have it within me to be. Yet somehow I continue to fall short of the expectations of me.
ReplyDeleteThe funny thing is that I've actually accomplished quite a lot in my 56 years. God has charged me with great responsibility and a host of jobs to be done. And I have set out with steady heart and strength of will to accomplish them all. And yet for all of that very few within my own family actually understand who I am, what I have tried to be, or how much I love them. For all I have tried to do and for all of the love that is in my heart for them I never seem to measure up to their expectations of me. In the one arena of my life that is of the utmost importance to me I seem to be an utter and complete failure, the least understood and definitely the least noticed, or perhaps, least wanted I should say. I guess I don't feel worthless in general...just worthless within my own family. I am surrounded by great friendships and loved by many. Yet within my own family there are those who would not blink an eye if they never saw or spoke to me again. And I don't even know why. Each and every day my heart breaks a little bit more at this realization. And I don't know what to do about it. Each effort that I make to try and change it only serves to make it worse...breaking my heart a little further each and every day.
But you know, I do know you Nathan. I know this about you. I like you. I like who you are. I like the way you think. I value what you have to say. I am very interested in and highly value what you write. I think that you are a very deep and soulful thinker. I feel that I am better for knowing you. I believe that your talents as a writer are much better then you believe them to be. I believe you to be an incredibly caring and compassionate person. I have no doubt that you have already made a difference in the lives of multiple people and will continue to do so. Don't short change yourself please. You have great value. Speaking for myself, I not only like you...I love you very much. I believe that you are walking head on into an incredible life. You're still in school and polishing your talents. You'll get there. I know you will. I believe in you.
Aunt Bonnie