My boy got in the car yesterday and after rehashing his day, he looked at me with his big brown eyes, “So, Mom, how was your day?” Then, I offered all that I accomplished that day: the projects completed, the household chores done, the exercise attempted, the meals cooked or groceries purchased, the friends seen, the prayers prayed, the homework completed for class, etc. And after the response given, there was the so familiar pit in my stomach: that aching pit that seems to say, “You are not enough. No matter what, you cannot accomplish enough.”

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