As adults, we deal with an overwhelming amount of responsibility on the reg. I mean, it never ends when it comes to doing life. There is always– and I mean always— something that needs our attention.
Last year, I was told I had to start asking for help. Did I start asking? Sure did. Was it empowering? Sure was. Do I often feel guilty for asking people to help me? Sure do…
Early one Sunday morning, I woke up to an unkempt kitchen. I didn’t load the dishwasher the night before and there were still some baby bottles unsterilized. I looked at the work ahead of me, brewed a cup of coffee, started the water for grits, pre-heated the oven for biscuits, and just as I started envisioning how the busy day would unfold, Kaylee (my oldest) walked in. I looked up and saw her standing…
“Good morning, Mommy, can I help?”
I paused, thinking of how I could spare her– my baby– but, she stood on a stool in front of the sink and waited patiently for instructions. She was just so determined to help.
At that very moment, it occurred to me that I had a very capable young lady on my hands. I had Kaylee to rinse the dishes and put them in the dishwasher. I also taught her how to clean all parts of the Dr. Brown’s bottles and sterilize them…
When we’re little girls, our mamas don’t tell us to ask for help. They tell us we can do anything and we wear that “S” on our chest for the rest of our womanly lives…but “my person” was right…sometimes we need to ask for help…
I must say, nothing compared to the feeling of looking up and seeing that eager heart, standing there, ready and willing to do whatever I needed in that moment. This heavensent help was so awesome because it was 1. on time, 2. unexpected, and 3. ever present.
Yes, we’re superwomen with superpowers, but we’re not doing life in our own power.
PSA: We need to be helpable!
I was prepping breakfast and preparing to handle the care work of my household when a sweet little girl came up to me and asked a simple question.
I looked up, as if looking to the hills, and accepted the help that was being offered.
I am also grateful for knowing when and how to ask for help if life gets to be too hectic.
And do I? — a full-grown-woman-mompreneur-of-three ever need help keeping it all together? Hell-to-the-yes!
Clinnesha is a writer, wife, mom, meta-artist, and social entrepreneur who feels most accountable to southern, black citizen-artists, elders, children, and families. Her work is at the intersection of arts, culture, innovation, and community.