I learned after the birth of my third child that it was indeed a gift to allow others to help you. I had always been the one helping and in my arrogance (?) or desire to seem strong and independent or maybe it was just my concern over inconveniencing someone else, I rarely asked for help. But when you have three under 6 yrs old, you are "out manned and out gunned". You often have to call for reinforcements. And in doing so, I realized that the joy I felt helping others, I was actually giving to those whom I allowed to help me. I don't take that help for granted and I am always as grateful and gracious as I am physically able to those who help me. Letting people into your messiness is an intimate gift.
I learned after the birth of my third child that it was indeed a gift to allow others to help you. I had always been the one helping and in my arrogance (?) or desire to seem strong and independent or maybe it was just my concern over inconveniencing someone else, I rarely asked for help. But when you have three under 6 yrs old, you are "out manned and out gunned". You often have to call for reinforcements. And in doing so, I realized that the joy I felt helping others, I was actually giving to those whom I allowed to help me. I don't take that help for granted and I am always as grateful and gracious as I am physically able to those who help me. Letting people into your messiness is an intimate gift.