In a chaotic moment, I found myself crouched outside a public restroom stall, a heavy bag filled with library books precariously slung over my shoulder—an occupational hazard of being a homeschooling parent. My 3-year-old was in the stall, screaming and struggling to figure out the lock, convinced he could go in by himself “like big brother.” Unbeknownst to him, he had selected the stall with a toilet that seemed ready to erupt like an angry geyser upon flushing.
Meanwhile, my 6-year-old had taken to standing on the counter, attempting to wash his hands at an impossibly high sink, while my 2-month-old clung to me like a tiny, fragile sloth. Regrettably, I had left my trusty baby carrier at home; a smoothie mishap had left it covered in a blueberry kale explosion, a blend I never got to drink since I was too busy trying to be healthy—an endeavor that had taken a backseat to chaos. Later that day, I would find myself sneaking into the pantry to eat chocolate chips, trying to cope with the overwhelming stress of motherhood. But I digress.
At that moment, the most stunning young woman walked in, a 22-year-old in a vibrant track outfit. There we were: a frazzled mom juggling a baby and a bag of books, a wailing child, a toilet threatening to flood, and an older boy enveloped in a sea of soap bubbles. With wide eyes and a kind smile, she asked, “Do you need some help?”
Surprisingly, this was the third time that week I had been approached by a stranger with that same question. The first instance involved a windy day with a cart full of groceries, and the second, another restroom incident involving malfunctioning stall locks while I held a bowl of oranges (a story for another time). Each encounter featured the same cast: the overwhelmed mother, the baby on her chest, the crying preschooler, the messy boy, and the impractical diaper bag, accompanied by a concerned stranger.
“Do you need some help?” they asked.
How helpless do I appear?
Each time, I felt a sting of pride at the implication that I was struggling. I was supposed to handle everything effortlessly, like a supermom. In response, I offered the same rehearsed reply: “No, thank you. We’re fine. Really, it’s okay.”
Yet, deep down, I was not okay. In truth, I often felt far from it, hiding in my pantry with my stash of chocolate chips.
What if I had been honest? Yes, beautiful stranger, I could use your help. Remind me of the 22-year-old version of myself, the one who still exists beneath the layers of motherhood. Yes, I’m still in these maternity jeans two months later. Please help me see my own beauty in this hectic reality, amidst the chaos of diapers and library books.
The kind grandmother who offered to carry my groceries, please tell me you once felt overwhelmed too. Share your own moments of doubt and fatigue, your own silent cries in the car before driving away. Even if you don’t know me, assure me that everything will be alright, that my children will thrive, and that the world will be kind to us.
To the stylish elder with gentle eyes, please shake me awake and remind me that this season of life is fleeting. Tell me that I will look back on these moments with fondness, reminiscing about the joy and chaos of early motherhood.
What if I had simply accepted their kindness? Accepting help feels daunting. Most days, I mirror my wailing child, trapped in a stall of pride, struggling to break free. If only I could quiet my inner turmoil long enough to hear the gentle voice of support outside, saying, “I’m here to help.”
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In summary, letting go of pride can open the door to connection and support, allowing us to embrace the beauty in our chaotic lives. Accepting help doesn’t mean we are weak; rather, it acknowledges our shared humanity and the strength found in community.
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