Everybody needs it.  The planet needs it, that’s for sure.  Children need it, the elderly, the sick, the poor, even the lawyer in his corner office needs it.  Nobody is excluded (except me).  Ironically, few people want it (especially me).  After all, I am the one who does the helping around here!  I am the single working mom!  I am Rosie the Riveter, the one with the bicep and the do-rag in that old World War II propoganda poster! 250px-We_Can_Do_It!

Except when I’m not.  And I can’t do it anymore.  And I’m tired. And I don’t know what the answers are, or how to make those ends meet up all nice and tidy like they should.

And when I get to this dark and crappy place it manages to get even more terrible because that is when I have to do the hardest thing of all.  Accept help.  Or even worse:  Ask For Help. Ugh.

I am trying to get over this.  And myself at the same time. Because needing help sometimes is ok.  And I know that there are people out there who want to be kind.  And who would like to help.  And maybe it even makes them feel a little bit happy to do so.

I’ve recently asked for help from an old classmate. He said he would be happy to help.  At times I’ve accepted help from friends and family members.  They said they were happy to help.  When someone does a favor for you and you say “thank you” they inevitably say “I’m happy to help.” And I think maybe they really are!  Come to think of it, we are all happy when we are able to help.

For the record, that poster (which I am featured on) does not say “I can do it!” but “We can do it!”.

So be brave.  Get yourself into a jam and ask for help.  They’ll be glad you did. And one day you may have the privilege of helping them.  Because along with Law of Gravity comes the Law of What Goes Around Comes Around.

Here is a beautiful quote.  It’s a bit more eloquent than my musings.  I don’t know who said it but they sure said it well:

“Always, the strong carry the weak, the rich carry the poor, the healthy carry the sick, and the happy carry the sad. And whether or not they remember it, this was once their promise, to thank those who carried them.”

Grandparents & Twins