I take so much from this community and give so little

You come to the potluck, the carpool line, the group chat where someone always remembers the birthday. You take the warmth of it gladly. But when the sign-up sheet comes around — snacks, carpool, sitting with the little ones so two tired parents can breathe — your name is rarely on it. You tell yourself you are busy. Maybe you are. Your pod feels this too, even if no one says it aloud. They keep inviting you. They keep saving you a seat. But somewhere a quiet math is being done — who shows up, who vanishes once the work starts. You already know this math. It is likely why you brought this here. So I ask you, beloved, not to shame you but to see you clearly: when you hold back, is it because you fear you have nothing worth giving? Or because you fear that once you start, you will be asked for more and more until there is no you left? One fear is answered with love. The other needs a boundary. Only you know which one is speaking.