We have a meal train this week. It was set up while I was in the hospital with our babe, and has been SUCH a beautiful help. When I’m away, and the troops have been called in to take care of the masses, then someone still had to cook, and it was incredibly relieving to my family to know supper was coming.
So now, we’re all home, and there is still another day or two of the meal train. And my dumb self cannot shake the guilt!!!
Should we even still be receiving help? Like. I’m home. I could cook. Whatever. Its not like I’m the one who is sick and laid up. And baby is mending and somewhat less hands on. I could do things. What am I doing still on the receiving end of this arrangement?!
But because of counselling (though its been a minute 😅 ) I know why!!!
Because we should not wait until we are absolutely at the point of desperation before we accept help. Sure. I could work out a way to put supper on the table. Yes. However, if sickie be sickin’, it’ll be vastly more complicated to get things going. A lot more stress. Maybe baby just having to cry while I do things. Or everyone eating late. Or me delegating a lot more tasks. All of that IS doable!!! And sometimes we have to do that, and thats ok! But if we can have a break from it, gifted to us by people who are happy to put in this way, why do I have to feel guilty?!
Ugh. Anyway. Thats where I’m at. I am SO grateful for this gift. Today, at one point I had a moment where I went from “Oh shoot, I have to figure out supper” to “I actually don’t!” and there was such a wave of relief.
We feel so loved and supported. Thank you to everyone who continues to offer their love and care to us in all the different ways.
Rowan also says thank you for the night snack leftovers!
Ok. All babies are down! I actually have crochet time! Better get to it!! 🧶