Tank Filling

Many years ago, I sat with my mother on a day she was feeling deflated, uninspired, drained of motivation and energy. She said to a teenage version of myself that she needed her tank filled. All I knew to do in that moment was to give her a hug. Then we sat and talked about nothing and everything. She cried. I hugged her again. We ate peanut butter on saltines. I didn’t know it when the exchange started, but at the end of that day, I was more aware of myself and how filling someone else’s tank could also fill mine.

Today, I was that mother. The empty one. The one feeling low, uninspired, unaccomplished, unmotivated. I needed my tank filled. The only difference today from that day many years ago with my mother was that I didn’t have a mature child to turn to who could offer what I needed. I did have a 2 year old and a 5 year old though. And I thought maybe, that if I filled their tanks, mine would end up filled too.

A sunny day to play outside, some fresh Florida air, a swing set was all we needed.

Hubby had called before leaving work and asked if I needed anything on his way home. I said I just needed a hug when he got here. He showed up at the door with a potted rose bush and dessert. Simple things to feed the soul. Simple things that filled all of our tanks.

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