Good grief! We are always running out of some food item. Tonight I was making the typical Sunday night meal for my men, hamburgers and french fries. I asked who didn't want cheese because I know one of them doesn't like cheese but can't remember who. Then my middle son asked for a fried egg (if you haven't yet discovered the deliciousness of having a fried egg on your burger, run don't walk to the kitchen and give it a go)! Then everyone wanted a fried egg. No biggy, I was already making dinner so adding an element was a breeze until I found only one egg in the carton.
Only the middle son got an egg and I got to go to the grocery store after dinner. I picked up some decaf coffee along with the eggs and went to the self-checkout, even though my check-out friend was working. She was busy and I wanted to get home. Sorry, Lori, I will catch ya next time! I got my coffee out of the bulk coffee bin and I wasn't sure how to enter the info. I set it down on the side that I thought was the scale and then looked for coffee under the look-up your item section. Bananas, no, cauliflower, no, bottled water, no, onions, no.....I couldn't find coffee. Hmmm.....I wanted to be able to figure this out on my own. But I just couldn't figure out what to do. I called the young lady who was attending the self-checkout and admitted that I needed help. She told me to put the bag on the scale first. I have to laugh at myself often as I continually do the opposite of what should be done in many situations. I know I have some form of dyslexia. Anyway, she nicely walked me through what I needed to do to ring up the bin coffee. I realized that I would have never figured out what to do on my own and was very grateful for the help.
I had to get honest with my younger son the other day. He gets so frustrated with himself and school. He can read, but not for long because the words move. He said that reading is scary. He told me that the words are very bold and it is intimidating to try and read and just not be able to. He doesn't know what other people see so I showed him. I told him that people that don't have issues with reading are like this: I rub my fingers down my forearm in a smooth motion and said sentences and just kept repeating the motion. I wanted him to understand that it was smooth and almost effortless. I didn this so he could understand that what he saw was a big challenge that people who read with ease do not have. He is up against a great challenge with reading and I'm willing to help by reading for him. He said it was just hard to come to accept that he has his limitations. I can understand that. I struggle with spelling, but I like to write. I hate that spelling is such an issue for me, it makes me feel like I look dumb when I make a spelling error. I have come to accept that this is difficult for me and I rely on help. I write in an app called Grammarly and it lets me know when I got something wrong. I still hate that I am not excellent at spelling since it has everything to do with writing, but I have accepted the fact that I need help.
You know what gets in the way of help? Pride. I know that it is my pride that makes me want to do everything on my own. Oh yeah, I can be pretty independent and ok with going things alone, but it is pride that says, "don't let anyone else see that you don't know this or that," and pride says, "hey look you did that all by yourself, your pretty smart." So asking for help is humbling. It is also a gift to ask for help! It gives someone the opportunity to do what they do well and have the pleasure of coming along side another and join forces in accomplishing a task.
Lesson: Be a gracious giver of help approaching it with humility and in turn humble yourself and ask for the help you need. It will make life a bit more smooth.