I am not good at asking for help. Well unless I am being lazy on the sofa and want my husband to refill my water. Then I am all for asking (read: whining) for help.
I am good at offering help though. Helping others is how I enjoying contributing good to the world around me. Cooking meals, offering to watch a friend's kid, watching over a house while someone is away, providing helpful moving information to a potential Faroite..... I love being helpful in someway or another.
But when it is my turn to ask for help... well I cannot help but feel like a pain. Not that I am striving to be that Super Mom that does everything! That is definitely not me. I just know that other people have busy lives and busy schedules and I hate to interrupt their lives.
Today though, I had to ask for help. I needed to arrange childcare for the week after I arrive in Faro. We just recently had a dayhome open up in town and I am taking advantage of that. However, having both kids in it all week was going to get expensive. So I asked some friends for help to fill in the gaps. Of course they are amazing and I have a few offers in already.
Perhaps it was the crazy drugs I am on, but when a friend offered to take them for a large portion of the week, I started to cry! I am so thankful that we live in a small community where people look out for each other. A couple of friends have offered to cook a couple of meals for Matt and boys once we get back as well. I am blessed to be surrounded by such amazing friends.
How beautiful a day can be
When kindness touches it!