Accepting Help

Recently my life has been turned upside down.

Between my mom getting sick, my daughter starting her first job and the million other things going on in my life. I have realized that I need help!

Why is it so hard to ask for help or accept help from others?

I am the worst about not accepting help from others, even help from my own husband.

I try to do it all and start feeling like I am drowning in a sea of my own self pity.

After a very long, busy week and too many breakdowns to admit, I have decided I need help.

When my husband asks what he can cook for dinner, I usually scuff at him and say “it’s easier to do it myself“, but I am going to start letting him take the reigns and help me with dinner time.

When other special needs mom’s offer their help with finding new therapists or medical equipment, I usually don’t want to bother them with my problems but I am ready to accept their help.

I am ready to accept that I am human and need help sometimes.

We get so caught up with life and forget that there really is people that want to help.

I know I am guilty of telling people “let me know if you need anything”. And I forget that most people don’t want to have to ask for help, so I try to offer ways that I can help them. But we all should learn to ask for help, sometimes people just don’t know what you need help with but are willing to help you.

Accepting help doesn’t make you any less strong, we all know we can do it all but why not let your sanity have a break.

Stay strong moms!


When Your Parents Get Older

I’ve recently had to learn how hard it is when parents get older and start having health problems.

My parents were older when I was born. My mom was 35 and my dad was 32 when I entered this world

So now they are both in their 70s and having to depend on me more to take care of them.

My mom has been battling health problems for years but it has really taken a toll on her here recently.

It’s so hard to watch the person who raised me to be a strong woman, become fragile and defeated.

With every hospital stay, I start feeling as if I am losing my biggest fan in life. The one who has stuck by my side for 37 years. The one I turn to when anything goes wrong in my life.

I start regretting every argument with her and every bit of stress I put on her.

I question whether or not she knows how much I love her and vow to show her how much I love her every single day.

This is a new season of life, where I have to accept that I WILL lose my parents one day and most likely I will not be ready for them to leave me.

All I can do is be there for them and spend all the time I can with them.

So my advice to you is, enjoy every minute you have with your parents, because one day you will have to watch them get old and fade farther and farther away.