I wrote this after a particularly trying day. Being at the end of my third pregnancy, I am wholly tapped out some days. My children still needed me, and I was not holding them. I was clenching hard when I saw Lace taking her time, love, and attention to walk with someone who was being particularly challenging. I was reminded of *why* holding another is a skill that is worth practicing. And that…well…it requires practice.
Reflecting now, I am hyper aware how often I demand BIPOC to hold me. Not just relationally as an adult, but as an infant. Someone who does not have the skills to hold them back, AND who couldn’t possibly be expected to learn those skills. I expect to have everything done for me, while I get all the nutritive benefits I am sucking away. Away from a living breathing person.
This is the flip side I need to recognize in breaking the cycle. I hold another well, while not demanding I be held as an infant. I hold another well, because I am responsible for when they were not. By generations before me, by the systems, and by myself.
As someone who did not feel particularly well held growing up, I can feel myself clench up. “When is it my turn?” The problem is my idea of holding is based on power and transaction. That isn’t being held well nor does it translate to me holding another well. I have my hands tightly grasped to a vision of holding that is inadequate, destructive, and lacking sustenance.
Until I release my grip, I will be hurting others and hurting myself. I have to stop seeing and using relationship as scarcity.
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Hold another well.
Not so I am held well. So they might be able to turn and hold another well.
Hold another well.
But I’m physically exhausted. Do it anyways.
Hold another well.
But I am scared of everything around me. Do it anyways.
Hold another well.
But I feel forgotten. Do it anyways.
Hold another well.
But I hurt. I am broken. Do it anyways.
Hold another well.
But.
Do it because.
Because the cycle needs to end.
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