(My Friday’s Flowers which were gifted to me at my Mother’s Blessingway.)
Life can be a roller coaster sometimes: thrilling, but filled with heart-stopping drops, surprising twists and a seemingly endless ride.
I certainly know this right now. Whether it’s welcoming our third child any moment into our tiny 750 sq/ft home, relying solely on our brand new, off-the-ground small family business for our income or managing the day to day needs of two incredibly busy little boys–lots of deep breathing has become a necessity of sanity.
And friends. Friends have become our life line. Two-and-a-half years ago we moved to a new town in order to live more of our ideal life, but there was a trade-off. We left the secure network of family behind. Family who doesn’t blink twice about stepping in when things get tough. Family who once provided weekly dinners, took the kids for the afternoon or would pick something from the store you need. Our family will be coming to help, but we’re on our own for the time being.
This past Sunday my friends threw me a Mother’s Blessing. It was beautiful and wonderful. There aren’t actually words for how amazing it was and how good it felt to realize I am not alone. I have friends. And they are amazing. They are also super busy moms just like me so I don’t usually ask for help.
However, last week I sprained the ligaments in my hip making me not only 40 weeks pregnant, but unable to do more than limp around the house before I need to ice and rest again. In other words, I’m sunk. I can’t take my two year old outside, I can’t grocery shop and I can’t go to the laundromat.
My friends have started to insist on helping and at first we resisted. It felt like we were failing, like we couldn’t take care of our own family anymore. But they keep coming and insisting on helping–picking up our laundry and dropping it back off again. Bringing us dinner complete with love notes and dessert. I get phone calls when they are on the way to the store asking if we need anything. They are taking care of me. They are taking care of us.
I keep asking myself. Why is it so hard to accept help? I feel thankful and incredibly blessed, but also somewhat embarrassed. I feel like I’m imposing and making their life hard even though they keep insisting on helping with smiles on their faces.
Good friends are indeed priceless.
What about you? Do you find it difficult to accept help?