Value is a relative concept. When someone has an item that the ominous "they" powers that be have placed a dollar amount on, in my opinion it's not really worth that dollar amount unless they actually sell it for that dollar amount. So I know I have lots of value to my family, I am the mama, the wife, the daughter, the sister; but in that sense, my value really stems from need. If they had never known me, they wouldn't need me, it's because they know me and are used to my presence that they value me.
I'm not saying being needed isn't valuable, I'm talking more about my own opinion of my own self-worth. I have to be happy with what I'm doing every day in order to find value in myself. Some days, I find that value in being needed as I do laundry, plan dinner and pay the bills. But the reality about those things is that someone else could do them (not that they will, but they could). Some days those tasks feel like a burden and in my struggle to complete them, I don't feel valuable, I feel like a slave.
Then there are the days I sit down and write all day and the words just flow. Those days, I feel elation and value; those days combined with doing laundry, planning dinner, and paying bills are a slice of heaven for me.
What I'm really trying to say is that I love my family and I love being their mom, wife, daughter and sister, but I have to do something that gives ME a sense of purpose. I'm sure there are many people who sit down and write, but no one writes like I write; no one thinks like I think. Those are the times I feel truly unique and valuable to me. When I feel a sense of purpose beyond my family, it only adds to my happiness with my family.
Being needed is important, being valued is important, but what really matters is how much we value ourselves.