The last few weeks have been humbling. Asking for help doesn't come easy to me. Cast in the role of daughter, sister, wife and mom, it seems that ordinarily I am the one offering help to others. It is almost as if it is genetically built into women by some unheard command.
Now, counting off the days until my limitations are lifted, I'm not happy having to ask for things to be picked up for me, or put up high for me. Even worse is having to have someone pull on your socks and tie your shoes.
Only one solution existed -- ask my husband to tie my shoe! While he's doing me a favor, a young clerk walks by and laughs. I quickly said, "I wouldn't ask him to do that except I can't bend down."
My husband was quick to point out to me I had no reason to feel an explanation was necessary. I knew immediately it was part of me that has never become comfortable in asking for and receiving help.
I suppose the beauty is found in that moment and these words much like a wake-up call. A way of letting me know there's something I need to work on changing! I doubt it will be an easy task, but I've committed to try. There could be worse things I'd be nudged to do.
Q4U: Are you comfortable asking for and accepting help? Share with us, if you're willing, the manner in which you handle doing this.