Tell me I’m great.
Tell me I’m smart.
Tell me I’m beautiful, no matter what the scale says.
Tell me my idea was a good one.
Tell me you think I can do it.
Tell me you know I can do it.
Tell me it’s no trouble, that I’m no trouble.
Tell me you love me.
Tell me you know me.
Tell me it’s okay to skip the treadmill tonight.
Tell me you don’t care when I last mopped my kitchen floor.
Tell me my daughter is full of personality.
Tell me my daughter has good manners.
Tell me you can see how much I love my daughter.
Tell me dinner was good.
Tell me you’re glad I’m here.
Tell me you miss me when I’m gone.
Tell me I’m funny and fun and sweet and real.
Tell me I’m good.
Tell me I’m enough.
I saw this Hallmark commercial last night as I watched a TV show online. I know it’s for Valentine’s Day, and I know it’s a total cliche to get choked up while watching a Hallmark commercial. But I did.
Tell me it’s okay to cry.
The ad’s point is that everyone needs to hear SOMETHING, and as I watched it, I just. felt. so. much. I need to hear so many things. I need so much.
Tell me it’s okay to feel. Tell me it’s okay to need.
And the thing is – I don’t just need to hear these things on Valentine’s Day or Mother’s Day or the third Tuesday of the month. I need to hear them every single day.
Tell me you won’t forget me in between the holidays, on the ordinary, no-greeting-card-necessary days.
It’s hard to admit what we need to hear, isn’t it? So many times my husband have had that tug of war: “What do you want me to say?” “If I TELL you to say it, it doesn’t mean anything!”
Saying, out loud and brave, what our hearts long to hear, what words we crave, what holes we need filled – it’s hard. And sometimes – okay, a lot of the time – it’s just not doable. (Am I alone in that?) So say it here instead.
If you could ask someone to tell you something today, what would it be?
I’m definitely with you on this. The most common questions I find myself asking are “why do you love me? What is it about me that keeps you here? Why do you think i am________?”
Oooh, I forgot about that question. I ask it, too. Nothing would make my day faster than for my husband to list off a dozen reasons why he loves me!
tell me i am appreciated
seriously my husband comes home..no kiss not a hello
hands me his lunch box..goes to the bedroom and puts on his sweats and waits for his dinner
last night he came home and eyeballed his dirty clothes hamper
i said “well i had a ton of things to do today”(we do not have a washer and dryer and have to go to the laundry mat or the neighbors…of whom i took her dog to the vet for two hours)
he let out a deep sigh and said ‘well….is dinner at least ready’
wow. how was your day.
Oh, Mary, I’m so sorry. Not being appreciated, especially when you know how hard you’ve been working, is so hard to handle. :(
Tell me I don’t have to go on a winter retreat with junior high kids this weekend!
Oh my! I hope either someone DID tell you that or that it was a fun time anyway!
Mary! I didn’t come here to cry. :) I *love* this post.
I want someone to tell me that even though everyone thinks I’ve got my act so together, it’s okay if I don’t. Because I don’t.
That is such a great one, Dawn! I think most of us love it that people THINK we have it all together…but then it becomes this pressure to really have it together. So saying it’s okay if you don’t – that’s big. (And, by the way, it’s TOTALLY okay if you don’t have it all together.)
My first thought was, ‘Tell me you see what I’m doing here…that you see me’. BTW, it’s my 4 year-olds birthday today, so I got up and made chocolate chip pancakes and then my 15 month-old got up and before he’d had anything but milk threw up. And again on the way to the doctor in the carseat. Double ear infection, long wait at the pharmacy with very cranky boy… I’m just now sitting down and your post is the first thing I see : ) Anyway, before any of that happened I had a small quiet time lesson with my 7 year-old about the names of God – and we discovered ‘El-Roi’ together this morning. So you can see how my first though, ‘tell me you see me’ quickly was answered with ‘God sees’ : ) Just wanted to share in case He’s whispering to your spirit too : )
He does see. I love that.
Tell me…that we’ll get through this whole mess of being unemployed with five kids to support and having a miscarriage halfway through our pregnancy and living in a small apartment TOGETHER. Tell me you’ll continue to support my homeschooling without question, unless of course I need to be questioned, and tell me, then, that you’ll question me with love and kindness. Tell me there will be more babies, and tell me that if there aren’t, we’ll get through that together, too.
Great post! I love reading here, and I cry at all the Hallmark commercials too. Them, and country songs about little girls. :)
Bridget, that is a lot to face, right there. Praying that you all DO get through it together!! (And yes, I cry at those country songs, too!)
Tell me you love me and appreciate what I do and what I try to do even though sometimes not so well.
That’s a good one. I want to be appreciated, too – no matter how well my good intentions turn out!
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