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.
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Isn't it interesting how we believe asking for help is a sign of weakness. We're strong women who accomplish Herculean tasks on a daily basis. So asking for help must be a sign of great strength, don't you think? Love.
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Ditto, Deb. I would invite you to reframe your beliefs around "weakness" and "strength."
Love,
Bossy Boots
What a gift you've given your mother. An opportunity to share this lovely time with you!
I, too am currently struggling with old behavior patterns and false beliefs. They're so hard to eradicate, but I'm taking strength from your success.
Love you.
I'm going to learn from this, too...for it is very rare that I ask for help.
That's huge.
Sort of like allowing your brother to fill your coke glass at a restaurant. That, too, was huge.
Now, let's keep the momentum.
I could laugh through tears, at this one. This is one of my Life Lessons, as well.
Keep it up. You give me hope. :)
I really love the name Teagan. That is very pretty and cool!
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I knew your mom would come through. Good job Jerri, in the asking.
How are you? Just checking in. Been thinking of you.
love.
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