You hold something together that no one notices until it’s gone. The invisible labor of love. You’d like, just once, to be seen doing it.
“What would you have me know about the love I give that goes unseen?”
Some additional insights around this question:
- What do you carry for others that no one names?
- What would it mean to be thanked for it?
- How could you honor that labor yourself, even if they never do?
