You’ll Always Be Enough

I recently released my first book, You’ll Always Be Enough, which is the first step in my dream to write a series of children’s books with a message of confidence and self-love. I expected an uphill climb, but have been wildly thrilled with the response to the story. I have received countless questions about how and why I’ve gotten here, so I’d love to share my story and where my motivation came from.

We’re all dealt a different hand of cards. It’s how we play them that matters. I like to believe at this stage in my life, people will see beyond where I’ve been and find a message of hope in where I’m going.

I grew up in a single-parent home. I excelled in elementary school, mainly because I had nothing else beyond my studies. I had no friends, no opportunity for hobbies and no hope. I was “the smelly kid.” I’m sure you know what that means. Every school has the kid who’s different, withdrawn. Of course, that left me open to a lot of ridicule. Kids are relentless. I was odd, and I was alone.

Toward the end of my elementary school age, I was molested by my teenage babysitter. My growing self-loathing was fueled by a genetic predisposition to mental illness. By early middle school, my depression peaked. I found a poor group of friends and drugs. I quickly becoming a statistic.

Before high school even came, I was so lost that I was sent to a group home. I’d been ignored past the point of safety, and the State intervened. I set records for how long I was there: two years.

I hated it, but there truly isn’t much to talk about from that time, because I was safe and I was loved. Oh, I tried, so hard, to get them to hate me, too, but they refused. I ignored nearly everything they said, but somehow it stuck. I believe it had a huge impact on my road to recovery, and ultimately, my road to who I am today.

I was 16 when I met my “prince charming.” He was the answer to all my woes, the man who could truly see me and love me, or so I believed.

I dropped out of high school and moved in with him just after I turned 17. I was hours away from the only family I had, isolated. Things seemed to be going well until I learned I was pregnant with my first child. Maybe I struck a nerve; maybe he felt I was trapped. In either case, it got ugly, quick.

I was only 11 weeks pregnant the first time my abuser laid his hands on me. We were discussing what to do with the baby. He didn’t want to keep it if it was a girl. I, on the other hand, was unwilling to decide the fate of my child based on the gender. And so, during our first real fight, he grabbed me by the arms, shook me and dropped me down the stairs.

Like most victims of domestic violence, I didn’t leave. I truly believed it was an accident, or somehow my fault. You see, in a dangerous relationship, your mind is quite literally brainwashed. It’s not as simple as walking away because your reality is all-consuming. What seems so obvious to everyone else is invisible to you, the victim.

The end came when he held me against a wall by my neck, and my infant child hit her head. I called social services and the police, making the decision to leave. I moved closer to home, and started life with no high school diploma, no driver’s license and no belief that I could, in fact, give my daughter the life she so greatly deserved. Somewhere inside of me, I longed for more. My maternal instincts were screaming that my child deserved more, so I made it happen. I filed, and was ultimately granted, a domestic violence restraining order. I moved into a shelter and started again. I put myself through college.

Before I ultimately graduated with a bachelor’s degree with honors, I had re-established myself in an apartment with a stable daycare job. My daughter was thriving, and though exhausted, I was finding happiness for the first time. I came to terms with my past, and was devoted to changing the future for my child.

I met an incredible man, who I subsequently married. He accepted my daughter as his own and loved me in a true, healthy way. I cannot even begin to describe the appreciation I have for my supportive, tolerant, loving husband Chris. He is truly God’s partner for me, and I’m forever grateful he walked into my life.

As life settled again, I realized it was time for me to do more. And so, I began writing. I wish I could go back and tell young me that I was enough. I was, and am, beautiful. I was, and am, exactly as I was designed to be. Although I can’t go back and tell young me, I can tell every other child. I felt the best approach was to write books. I can’t knock on individual doors and hug every sad child. If I could, I would. I can, however, touch their lives in even the smallest way, by reminding them of how wonderful they are through a book. I can educate their parents through articles online. I can donate to charities helping children. I can, and will, do more.

You’ll Always Be Enough is the first of many books to come. It’s a well-illustrated book, full of catchy rhymes, with a much-needed message of empowerment for every child. Childhood is difficult for everyone, even if we don’t fully remember the struggles.

I’ve been amazed and touched by the success of the book thus far—the positive reviews and the expressions of thanks. I’m honored to touch lives, in even the smallest way. Even just reading this post shows your support for the cause I’m so desperately trying to promote.

And so, I sincerely thank you. I thank you for your support. I thank you for loving your children enough to hug them every night. I thank you for choosing not to judge, but to support, the journey of others who are struggling. Finally, I thank you for sharing this article if it has touched your heart, too.

If you’ve connected in any way to my story and want to continue to follow the journey as more books come about and I grow as an author, mother and woman, follow my page at You’ll find a link, there, for my book as well.

Now, as I conclude, can you consider one more thing?

Tonight, as your children get ready for bed, have them stand in front of the mirror and say it with you: “I am smart. I am tough. I am loved. I am enough.”

Because, they are, and so are you.

Laura Kuehl moved to Appleton, Wisconsin from the Madison area. She holds a B.A. in Criminal Justice Client Services, and spent several years working for a local domestic violence agency before deciding to become a full time stay-at-home-mom. She runs a local mom’s networking and support group, and serves avidly on the PTO. Passionate about helping people, Laura has decided to continue advocating for families by writing books for children with an uplifting message. In her spare time, Laura enjoys spending time with her husband and three beautiful children. She also enjoys thrifting, reading, and gardening.

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  1. Laura, thank you for sharing your story. You are an inspiration and I am so glad that you have been courageous enough to write this book so children, particularly girls, find that same courage in their lives every day.


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