To some, it’s something that they find physically unattainable, yet aspire to. Maybe a sporting achievement, or climbing a mountain, or the like.
To others, it’s qualities that they admire in others. Maybe their capacity to volunteer, giving time and energy to a cause, or their capacity to forgive something that others would find hard to swallow.
I am not sure which one I fit into but, I am sometimes called inspirational.
I assume it’s not because I am an iron woman or planning on climbing any mountains anytime soon, because you know, well, I’m not.
But it perplexes me.
It’s usually said after I have shared something difficult about parenting Poss and it is often delivered with a sympathetic smile. Sometime they even put a hand on my shoulder.
“You are such an inspiration”.
Why? Because I get up each day and am a mother to my daughter?
Because really, surely, I am not doing anything that any other parent would do.
Our road might be a bit different to others, but everyone has challenges they have to deal with. Some far worse than ours. Does that make them all inspirations too?
When people say it, I find it hard to swallow. It puts a wall up between me and them, changing the surface we both stand on, making it uneven and ensuring I no longer feel comfortable sharing difficult things with them.
They say “I couldn’t do what you do”.
But really, I think they mean “I wouldn’t WANT to do what you do”.
And that’s ok.
But I don’t need your sympathy and I don’t want to be your inspiration. I simply need your understanding and support.