As someone who personally struggles with anxiety, I know that thing can be a monster. Though invisible, it can range from nerves about an upcoming meeting to crawl-out-of-my-skin-lions-thrashing-from-within for no actual reason at all.
And particularly when the latter version hits in full force, it’s always comforting to have that one person who can be the calm in your storm.
For Nikki Pennington, that person was her mom.
The day her mom died, piled on top of the grief, was the fear that she had lost the person who understood her best and who she could pour her heart out to when she became anxious.
Little did she know, her sweet mama had a secret plan in store to make sure her daughter would be taken good care of long after she was gone.
Nikki shared the heartbreakingly beautiful story on her Grief To Hope Facebook page, and I pray it can be an encouragement to anyone who struggles with anxiety. In this battle, you are never alone.
Read Nikki’s post in full below:
Anxiety has been a part of my life for as far back as I can remember.
It’s been there for so long that I don’t really recall a time in my life without it.
If you have anxiety then you know you have that one person. The one person that knows just how to help calm you down in the midst of the anxiety fog.
That one person for me was my Mom.
She knew just what to say, how to say it and the right moment to say it to help bring me back to reality. Her words and comfort were always stronger than my anxiety.
I always just assumed she would always be there to be my person but that all changed.
It was a few weeks after my husband and I were married and my anxiety kicked in, I said, “I have to call my Mom” he paused and said, “How about you talk to me instead? Just give me a try and see if I can compare.”
So I did, I gave him a chance to help ease my anxiety and it was as if I was talking to my Mom, it was as if I was talking to my person.
The calls to my Mom when my anxiety was in full force became less and less. She never asked why, never asked about it once. That’s because Moms like mine are few and far between.
The day my Mom died I called my husband. I said, “My person is gone. The one that knew me and loved me with all my flaws. The one, the only one who could calm my fears, she’s gone.”
Then he began to tell me a story about my Mom. A story that I never knew about her before because she didn’t want me to know.
You see on our wedding day, my Mom gave my husband a note. A note that was just for the two of them. A note with the title that said, “How to be Nikki’s person.”
It was a step by step guide on what she would say and do for me when my anxiety was taking over.
Step 1: Just listen.
Step 2: Listen a little more.
Step 3: Don’t try and solve the problem.
Step 4: Tell her you understand.
Step 5: Keep listening until she’s sorted it out on her own. She will, she always does.She doesn’t know it yet, but she’s had it figured out on her own all along,
My Mom gave up being my person not because she wanted to but because she wanted my husband to know how to be when she was no longer here. She gave up being my person so that she could make sure I would always have one no matter what.
Well Mom, you will still forever be my person.
