And it has me thinking about the power of asking.
It’s hard for me to ask… to ask for help, to ask a question. Why is that? Maybe it’s the act of making myself vulnerable and showing my weaknesses. Maybe it’s admitting that I don’t know something or that I can’t do it all. Maybe I’m scared of the response that I’ll get when I do ask.
But looking at the other side of it, I feel honored when someone asks things of me. I have new moms contacting me for help, and I feel blessed to share what I’ve learned along the way. My kids asking questions about the world they don’t quite understand yet seek my comfort. A friend needing help to complete a task that she can’t do on her own. I feel needed. I have a purpose. Love.
And it reminds me how much we really do need each other and that I need to do more asking.