As she spoke, the rest of the women in the circle grew still.

We were gathered to celebrate a friend expecting her first child, and together we’d shared stories and blessings for her journey. We’d laughed, cried, and laughed some more, but now we were quiet.

Hello to a friend’s sweet baby. (2012)

We were listening to a young woman who shared that she and her husband wouldn’t be having children. Her story moved us all. But she didn’t just focus on herself; she encouraged the mother-to-be, offering help and support.

Afterward, I made sure to say hello to her and tell her how much I appreciated what she’d said. (Out of about twenty women, only a trio of us weren’t mothers, so I felt a sense of solidarity.)

“Oh,” she said, with a downward glance, “I wouldn’t have said so much if I hadn’t been drinking the wine.” Translation: I just bared my heart to this group, and now I’m feeling pretty darn insecure about it. It’s cover-up time.

“But what you said was real,” I told her. “It meant something to me and to everyone else, because it came from your heart.”

“Oh, well …” she trailed off. By then, other women had joined our conversation. They were nodding; they’d felt the power of her sharing.

She didn’t believe us. “Thanks, but … ” she said. Her ‘mask’ slipped again as she said, “Really, though. If I’m not a mother, what do I have to offer here?”

At that point, another women pulled me aside, and the conversation ended. It was probably for the best; if we hadn’t been interrupted, I might have said, “Are you kidding?!”

What I think the woman meant was, Since I’m not a mom, what do I have to offer this circle of mothers? And her tone of voice implied that the answer was, Nothing. Nothing at all. 

Despite the evidence, she didn’t believe that her contribution was valued. Her feelings of insufficiency ran deep. To understand them, I had to search my own heart.


At home together, 2013

Her words have haunted me, and I’m starting to understand why. It was easy for me to recognize that this lovely woman wasn’t seeing herself clearly. But then, how many times have I been discouraged, dismissing my contribution? How many times have I thought to myself …

If I’m not a full-time caregiver anymore, does my work still have meaning?

If I don’t get this job, win this person’s approval, or pass this test, am I a failure?

How many times have I conflated my value as a human being with what I accomplish?

Furthermore, how many times have I seen others make judgments about the value of individuals with autism and special needs? How many times have I come up against the implicit question: If this person doesn’t have so-called ‘normal’ abilities and aptitudes, what can they possibly contribute?

And I cannot begin to change the world until I do the work of eradicating these lies from my own heart.


I have just one request to make of you: go through your day believing that you are a beloved child. If you start slipping, ask yourself: Do I question the worth of a newborn baby (or even a puppy or kitten), just because that being doesn’t ‘contribute’ in a measurable way?

Sure, my husband and I joke about our kitten, Bootsie, not ‘pulling her weight’ in our household. But we laugh about it precisely because it’s so ridiculous. Bootsie contributes to our home and happiness every day, just by being herself.

What if we walked around with the same assurance? What if we trusted that, no matter what we did or didn’t accomplish today, we would still be worthy of love? How freeing would that be? And, paradoxically, how much more would we be empowered to … well … give?

This is what I wish I could have said to that wonderful woman I met at the party. But maybe I wasn’t meant to give her my words. Maybe I was meant to give her the look of honest, unfettered disbelief I felt on my face.

Maybe incredulity was the best answer after all.


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  1. Allison April 29, 2013 at 1:35 PM - Reply

    Thank you for this lovely friend. We all need to be reminded of our inherent worth…I find myself needing it often. Thank you for seeing the beauty in all people and challenging us to see it in ourselves.

    • Caroline McGraw April 29, 2013 at 4:03 PM - Reply

      You are most welcome, my dear! What you say is so true … and sometimes I think I write what I most need to hear myself. 😉 You, love you.

  2. Iris April 29, 2013 at 4:46 PM - Reply

    I, too, attended the blessingway and it was such a powerful circle of ladies. You have captured the story that was touching, raw, and painful, and turned it into an opportunity for grace. The inadequacies we feel run deep and the Stories we tell ourselves may not all be true. Breaking out of that mindset, out of that trance, is hardwork, yet can be effortless once you understand more and identify root causes….then the healing begins. Thank you for this awesome post, Caroline. And to the other commenter..our ‘inherent worth’…love that.

    • Caroline McGraw April 29, 2013 at 4:55 PM - Reply

      So glad it spoke to you, Iris! Thank you for sharing your experience and insight here as well. Namaste!

  3. Paul April 29, 2013 at 6:06 PM - Reply

    Perhaps the changing of the world IS the eradicating of the lies from our own hearts and the recognition (or is it a remembering) that each one of is is a beloved child (no exceptions).


  4. Ashley April 30, 2013 at 2:11 AM - Reply

    Beautiful! Thank you sweet Caroline 🙂

    • Caroline McGraw April 30, 2013 at 3:37 PM - Reply

      Thank you Ashley! So glad you liked the story … and so thankful to have lived the story along with you!

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  6. Susan May 5, 2013 at 8:52 PM - Reply

    Powerful, poignant, and a beautifully clear picture of worth. Thanks again!

  7. Tam May 6, 2013 at 6:41 PM - Reply

    This one brought tears. Thank you for always writing from your heart and for supporting me through my own most vulnerable times. I love you.

  8. carolyn bluemle May 7, 2013 at 9:29 PM - Reply

    thank you….
    While your words are so beautiful and you are so able to give expression to things we need to hear.. I am transfixed today by the picture of John and Bootsie.. that is the love you expressed for this woman, clearly what you wanted to give her, and to all of us.
    thank you

    • Caroline McGraw May 7, 2013 at 11:32 PM - Reply

      Carolyn, I completely understand; I love that picture too, and couldn’t agree more. <3

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