Reliable, Not Replaceable

๐“๐ก๐ž๐ซ๐žโ€™๐ฌ ๐š ๐ฉ๐š๐ซ๐ญ๐ข๐œ๐ฎ๐ฅ๐š๐ซ ๐ค๐ข๐ง๐ ๐จ๐Ÿ ๐ฐ๐จ๐ฆ๐š๐ง ๐ฐ๐ก๐จ ๐ฐ๐š๐ฅ๐ค๐ฌ ๐ข๐ง๐ญ๐จ ๐“๐ก๐š๐ง๐ค๐ฌ๐ ๐ข๐ฏ๐ข๐ง๐  ๐ฐ๐ž๐ž๐ค ๐š๐ฅ๐ซ๐ž๐š๐๐ฒ ๐ญ๐ข๐ซ๐ž๐.

Not because sheโ€™s weak โ€” but because sheโ€™s the one everyone leans on.

Sheโ€™s the planner, the carrier, the emotional shock absorber.
The woman who can run a business meeting at 10 a.m. and a family gathering at 4 p.m.
The one who remembers what everyone else forgets โ€” the pie, the folding chairs, and to take the rolls out of the oven ๐‘๐‘’๐‘“๐‘œ๐‘Ÿ๐‘’ ๐‘กโ„Ž๐‘’๐‘ฆ ๐‘๐‘ข๐‘Ÿ๐‘›.
The one who keeps showing up, even when the cost is quiet and unseen.

If thatโ€™s you, Thanksgiving might not feel like a holiday.
๐ผ๐‘ก ๐‘š๐‘–๐‘”โ„Ž๐‘ก ๐‘“๐‘’๐‘’๐‘™ ๐‘™๐‘–๐‘˜๐‘’ ๐‘œ๐‘›๐‘’ ๐‘š๐‘œ๐‘Ÿ๐‘’ ๐‘๐‘’๐‘Ÿ๐‘“๐‘œ๐‘Ÿ๐‘š๐‘Ž๐‘›๐‘๐‘’ โ€” complete with costume changes, a grocery list that never ends, at least one relative asking if the turkey is โ€œsupposedโ€ to look like that, and kids who mysteriously survive on nothing but bread and dessert.

But hereโ€™s the truth you rarely give yourself permission to say out loud:

๐˜๐จ๐ฎโ€™๐ซ๐ž ๐จ๐ฏ๐ž๐ซ๐ž๐ฑ๐ญ๐ž๐ง๐๐ž๐ ๐›๐ž๐œ๐š๐ฎ๐ฌ๐ž ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎโ€™๐ซ๐ž ๐ซ๐ž๐ฅ๐ข๐š๐›๐ฅ๐ž โ€” ๐ง๐จ๐ญ ๐ซ๐ž๐ฉ๐ฅ๐š๐œ๐ž๐š๐›๐ฅ๐ž.
๐˜๐จ๐ฎโ€™๐ซ๐ž ๐ฌ๐ญ๐ซ๐ž๐ญ๐œ๐ก๐ž๐ ๐›๐ž๐œ๐š๐ฎ๐ฌ๐ž ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎโ€™๐ซ๐ž ๐ฌ๐ญ๐ซ๐จ๐ง๐  โ€” ๐ง๐จ๐ญ ๐จ๐›๐ฅ๐ข๐ ๐š๐ญ๐ž๐.
And you deserve rest just as much as you give support โ€” preferably the kind that involves no timers, no hosting, and nobody yelling from another room, โ€œ๐‘Šโ„Ž๐‘’๐‘› ๐‘Ž๐‘Ÿ๐‘’ ๐‘ค๐‘’ ๐‘’๐‘Ž๐‘ก๐‘–๐‘›๐‘”?โ€

Your courage isnโ€™t loud.
Itโ€™s not the kind that gets applause or gratitude speeches.
Itโ€™s the courage of women who keep the world spinning without asking for credit.
The courage of choosing grace over resentment.
The courage of protecting a home, a career, a family โ€” and still trying to protect your own heart.

So just know, tomorrow you donโ€™t need to prove anything.
You donโ€™t need to host the perfect meal or carry everyoneโ€™s emotions.
You donโ€™t need to collapse into the role of โ€œthe one who handles itโ€ โ€”
unless weโ€™re talking about the TV remote after dinner. Thatโ€™s fair.

๐‘ณ๐’†๐’• ๐’š๐’๐’–๐’“๐’”๐’†๐’๐’‡ ๐’ƒ๐’† ๐’‰๐’–๐’Ž๐’‚๐’.
๐‘ณ๐’†๐’• ๐’š๐’๐’–๐’“๐’”๐’†๐’๐’‡ ๐’ƒ๐’† ๐’‰๐’†๐’๐’….
๐‘ณ๐’†๐’• ๐’š๐’๐’–๐’“๐’”๐’†๐’๐’‡ ๐’ƒ๐’“๐’†๐’‚๐’•๐’‰๐’†.

And maybe, for once, let somebody else take the lead โ€” even if they donโ€™t do it perfectly.
(And if they forget something? Smile. Let them. It builds character.)

Wishing you a Thanksgiving filled with rest, truth, and enough joy to carry you forward.

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