Alone, but Not Really

Today was a big day, a huge day actually, for me. Today was the second day of me being alone with our two kiddos post my husband’s paternity leave. It was my second day alone, but first day out of the house by myself with my 19 month old son and 1 month old daughter. The goal for the day: The first MOPS meeting of the fall. [FYI: For those wondering, MOPS stands for Mothers of Preschoolers and is a faith-based organization which bring mothers of young children in fellowship together.]

I was so nervous about it. Seriously, I’m like how do people do this? How am I (one person with two hands) going to get my toddler and newborn (that’s two wild people with four unpredictable hands) dressed, fed, and into the car at the right time and with clean diapers?? I had worries of my small children teaming up in mutiny against my plans, which seems silly to admit… No, I’m certainly never scared of my children (unless you are, then yes, I am DEFINITELY scared of them on occasion).

But, after a reasonably straightforward morning (I did say toddler and newborn right?!) and after making it to and from the event with all limbs intact, I realized I was never really alone on my outing. I mean, yes obviously my children are people and count as company, but I ended up having support from other adults my entire journey.

I ended up carpooling last minute to the meeting with my neighbor, who helped me by holding my son’s hand when needed and getting him in and out of his carseat. Just her presence calmed my nerves and our adult conversation during the drive took my mind off of things that could go wrong.

Then, once we got to MOPS, there were childcare providers to take care of my son and plenty of caring hands to hold my daughter had I needed to use the restroom or give my arms a break.

Of course, most outings won’t guarantee this type of community and assistance, but it made me realize something. No matter where I go, what errand I need to run, there are almost always kind people willing to help. We just need to have the courage to ASK. To ask, and equally important, to ACCEPT help when offered.

We are only alone if we allow ourselves to believe we are alone. I am so guilty of refusing to ask for help for fear of bothering other people…is anyone else like this? I need to continue to remind myself of the many loving humans out there who are genuinely happy to offer assistance, especially (let’s be honest) to frazzled looking moms toting around littles.

Let’s try to be more open to other people. Let’s refuse to stay at home because we are scared of what may or may not happen. Yes, some outings will be complete disasters, but won’t those also be the best/most hilarious stories in the end? And some outings will be precious/easy/perfect and we will wonder what we were so afraid of anyway.

If you know me personally, keep me accountable! Make me ask for help, and I’ll make you. We have to be there for each other so that we continue to LIVE OUR LIVES and not put them on hold because of fear.

Love,

Abbie