I cut my right hand last night while cooking dinner. I had decided that to save time, I would use my food processor to shred some Parmesan. I dug in a bin for a shredder blade, and my right hand met the blade of a slicing disk. Oh mama, what a cut. Those blades are sharp, guys! So what did I do?
For some reason I was embarrassed at my mistake and didn’t want anyone else to see. So I…
- Didn’t make a sound.
- Got a paper towel and applied pressure.
- Tried to keep cooking. Even though I’m right-handed.
- Noticed that the bleeding was not stopping. There was actually a skin flap situation. My pumpkin lasagna sauce was in danger of being Type O from the blood running down my arm.
- Went upstairs to my bathroom to try to clean and bandage my hand myself. Using my non dominant, fumbling left hand.
- Gave up. Walked down the hall, stood outside teenage daughter’s bedroom door, and asked for help.
And then the most amazing thing happened.
Help came right away. My daughter was happy to be asked. She helped me “pressure bandage,” then said that if I supervised, she would finish the prep and cooking.
I hesitated at first. This wasn’t an easy dinner. Two different lasagnas—my son only likes “butternut squash” lasagna (I told him later it was actually his small jack-o-lantern pumpkin, but I digress), daughter and hubby only like regular lasagna. I usually make two small ones of each—one for dinner and one for the freezer. So there was a lot going on in our small kitchen!
She did a great job. We tag teamed it. Go team!
Later, my husband helped me bandage my hand. He sought high and low for gauze to wrap my hand so that my bandage would stay in place. Then he cleaned up the kitchen and we snuggled on the couch.
An important lesson for me, as a mom, minister, woman, wife, perfectionist.
- It’s okay to admit I’m hurt and need help. Not only is it okay, it’s necessary.
- Help comes when I ask.
- Asking for help doesn’t mean that I’m incompetent—my expertise was still needed.
- Helpers can learn new and useful skills while helping (such as first aid, food prep, and lasagna layering techniques).
- Family gave me care and love. They didn’t think less of me for needing help. Neither would anyone else who matters in my life. So why do I tend to think less of myself? Hmmmm….
- I can learn from my mistakes to benefit others. Today I ordered protective cases for the sharp disks so that everyone can be safe.
My musing: It’s okay not to be perfect. It’s awesome to work as a team.
This will be especially helpful as we prepare for Thanksgiving!
I’m putting this out to the blogosphere. Maybe you need to be reminded: It’s OKAY to need help carrying the load of life. Amen.
Comments: is it easy or hard for you to ask for help? What keeps you from asking? What has resulted in your asking for help?