While our kids were younger, over and over again we heard “mommy, daddy, help me”. As they get older, we hear this less and less. As adults our pride and desire to prove our ourselves leads us to very seldomly asking for help.
This doesn’t make sense to me. If any of you are like me, the reality is, we don’t have it all together. We don’t have all of the answers. Every day is filled with its own struggles. What would happen if we admitted I’m not all right. I’m not OK. Most days I’m just barely getting by.
What would happen if we began to ask for help in the midst of our struggles. At work. Hey I don’t understand how to do this effectively. At home. Hey kids I don’t have time to do your laundry, can you help? To another soccer mom, my schedule is packed, is there any way you can bring my kid home from practice?
What if we began to reach out to those who we knew may be struggling? What if we started asking each other “how are you doing” and actually meaning it? Hey can I help you do “Blank”. My issue is I often don’t make the time to listen, when I ask the question. I am too busy accomplishing my own task. I’m not alright. I’m not okay.
What if somebody in the places your life is stationed is asking for help? Do you hear them? Will you listen? Will you be willing to let them know, I’m not alright and that’s okay, because you and me, we are not alone. Let’s start humbly asking for help.
