“No, I’m fine thanks.” Came my automatic reply as I tried to pick up our over-tired 2-year-old and get the attention of our day-dreaming almost-5.
Because, I don’t NEED help. I got this. I mean, I have no excuse to feel otherwise. I should be able to handle the life I have. I should be able to do things on my own. I should be able to wrangle the kids I chose to have. I should have all this in hand. And I shouldn’t be a burden on anyone else. I shouldn’t need help. That’s right. Yep, I got this.
“Actually, having help out would be amazing.” I whispered. “Because I never know what to do with the shopping cart when I have two little ones waiting in the car.”
His eyes were kind and he grew a smile as he spoke… [Continue]