It was a particularly rainy afternoon and I was waiting for my 2 1/2 year old to get up from her nap.
It was after 4 PM when I was finally able to drag the two kids with me to the grocery store. I put one in the cart seat and one in the actual cart so that they wouldn’t run through the store, in hopes that we could get this done quickly.
Two bathroom trips (yes, that was TWO) and 90 minutes later, we’re finally trying to get out of the store. And I had already forgotten two things. Too bad.
I’m trying to unload and check out and my youngest starts crying because she can’t reach the food to “help me out” and put things on the check out. My older daughter is counting the chocolate bars by touching each one on the side of the aisle.
The cart is overflowing and I’m trying to get the kids jackets on, pay and get out the door, when my youngest falls sideways and of course, hits her head on the cart.
Now she’s really crying.
“Do you need help out?” the store clerk asks.
“No, no,” I say as I’m trying to push the kids forward and out of the way so the next customer could pay. I lean down, trying to console my youngest.
“Does she need an ice pack?” another clerk asks me.
“No, thank you, she’s okay. We’re just trying to get out of here. It’s been a long trip, so to speak,” I said and honestly, I could not get out of the store fast enough.
“Do you want me to help you out?” this store clerk asks.
“No, thank you. We’re just trying to go,” I say as I’m trying to get the girls to follow me, jackets on, etc.
“Here, let me push the cart. You can get the girls,” she said.
And she pushed the cart out for me, while I put my kids’ hoods up, held their hands as we crossed the street to our car. And then she unloaded the cart into my car.
I couldn’t thank her enough.
The lady that stood behind me at the check out line was parked near me and said, “I’ve been there before. I’m so glad that lady helped you out.”
I smiled at her. I was too.
She continued, “I don’t know why the clerk asked you if you needed help. She should know we ALWAYS say no, but we really mean yes.”
One thought on “Why is it so hard to ask for help?”
Glad she was there to help you and you make a great point. Why is it so hard to yes to help, when we need it. Do we feel its a sign of weakness?