I don’t like to ask for help. I like to be the girl doing the helping. I am independent to a fault. I feel needed when someone asks me to help them. I am the responsible one, the capable one, the one who helps with your kids and brings the meals (that I pick up, not cook, of course). Because of this, I rarely give my people the opportunity to be affirmed by helping me.
But due to high blood pressure, I have been on bed rest since Tuesday. And as much as I hate being down, I have to do what is best for myself and my baby.
So I’ve gladly accepted the dinners and the kid transportation and the gifts. (My sweet friend Lisa brought by the above bundle of magazines to help me pass the time). I’ve even asked for help a few times.
And I’ll tell you what I’ve learned. I’ve learned that I have the absolute best, most wonderful friends and family in the whole entire world. My clothes have been washed, dinners prepared, and kids taken care of. Not to mention the many texts and calls and emails I’ve gotten. I’ve always been aware of my many blessings, but sometimes it takes needing help actually see those blessings in action.
