I was reading this book over the weekend called “The Power of The Other” by Dr. Henry Cloud.
It made me realize something very important.
I always talk about self-love and loving yourself first. I always talk about how important it is to fill yourself up with love so that you have love to give.
In a recent interview I was asked how I deal with heartbreak. My answer was that I’ve always had a cheerleader in my corner. That cheerleader is my mother and she has always been the person that I go to whenever I’m struggling with heartbreak or anything difficult in my life.
Now, I also have my husband, which I am forever grateful for.
My mother never let me wallow in my own pity. She allowed me to be sad and she validated my feelings, but she didn’t let me feel sorry for myself. She reminded me that I have a lot to be thankful for in my life.
She would sympathize with my situation, but then she would put on that brave smile and tell me that I’ve got to be strong and push through. She told me to keep at it, and it will get better. She told me that if I never give up then I will see progress and things will improve.
She never let me quit.
She didn’t crack the whip, however, as she was always kind and supportive in her approach. It was never too aggressive or negative. It was always inspiring. After I finished speaking with her I always felt the same way…
I felt relieved that it wasn’t just me and I wasn’t alone in my experiences. I also always felt inspired. I felt that I had the ability to make changes if I just didn’t give up on myself.
It sounds like a cheerleader, right?
I bring this up because I realized as I was reading this book that not everyone has a cheerleader.
This really bothers me.