Thanks for all your support around my previous post. Your comments and emails mean a lot to me.
You all probably can guess what happened. I never would have believed it.
At the stroke of 9:00 am yesterday, Mom called to ask me to go with her to the store where she buys embroidery supplies. She wanted me to pick out colors for an outfit for Teagan (my granddaughter-to-be). She also wanted me to pick out some embroidery patterns.
We spent the afternoon putting designs on onesies for Teagan.
Maybe the reason Mom always presumes I can handle things on my own is that I do handle them on my own. I don't ask for help. I wait. I hope. I rarely--very rarely--ask.
The message is loud and clear, and it's not restricted to this small issue or even my relationship with Mom. This is a Life Lesson.
Hiding my weaknesses has never been a successful strategy. Perhaps it's time to give it up.