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Mom Was Wrong: Talking To Strangers Is OK (sometimes)

We are stronger together than we are alone. It’s a nice idea, but having spent the past 30 plus years as a fiercely independent woman, the idea of asking someone for help isn’t really in my wheelhouse. Neither is accepting it. Sure, I’ll offer help to nearly anyone who looks in need, but when that needy-looking-person is me, I shun the assistance of others, especially from strangers. Or, at least I used to …

As the story goes, we dropped my husband off at the air terminal to send him on a month-long detachment. This short stint should have seemed like a breeze given we had trudged through multiple deployments as a couple, including a year-long separation right after we were married, but this time it was different.

We now had a baby and this was my first time parenting solo since our daughter had been born, six months prior. At the terminal, I put on a brave face, kissed him goodbye and uttered some forced affirmation to the tune of “we got this, babe!”

Little did I know the quagmire of bodily fluids, emergency room visit and sleepless nights that lay ahead.

Murphy’s law didn’t just find me; Murphy was camped out on my front lawn.

Our baby girl had never been sick before and, of course, within hours of going to bed on that first night, I awoke to the uncharacteristic shrieks of a sick baby. A blow out diaper and projectile vomiting quickly followed, and soon we were both in tears on the floor of her nursery trying to make it through until morning. Her nasty stomach bug held on for three more days until an emergency room visit was deemed the only wise option to prevent dehydration.

Over the course of another week, our daughter regained her strength and held down her fluids well enough that we were able to take the previously planned flight to visit my husband for a holiday weekend. The thought of returning to co-parenting after the gauntlet I had just endured brought tears to my eyes (again). Besides, if I could make it through the past week of awful “firsts” and still be standing, how difficult could it be to fly solo for the first time with an infant? Apparently much worse than I could imagine.

On paper it was a straightforward five-hour travel itinerary with a quick connection through Miami. In reality, it became a debacle of epic proportions. Scenes from my own travel nightmare included:

  • A two-hour delay for our first flight
  • A last-minute gate change for our connection that meant a one-mile walk between terminals. This was accomplished while baby-wearing, dragging a carry-on, carrying a diaper bag, and bottle feeding a screaming baby. I looked like I was hauling supplies for an Everest summit.
  • A 3 hour delay for our connecting flight upon arrival at the outermost gate.
  • Connecting flight cancellation due to severe weather and no available seats for the next 24 hours. It was 9pm local time and we had no car, no hotel and 34 percent battery on my cell phone.

Had I read this scenario on paper, I would have felt deep regret for the poor soul who found herself in such a torrent of events. Instead, I wavered between empowered thoughts of “I can do this,” to being washed with anxiety of “how am I going to do this?”

After an hour of phone calls and pleading and reasoning with airline staff, we managed to get a standby seat on the last flight of the night to our destination. Upon our glorious midnight arrival in Key West, we were greeted with the news that the airline had left our checked luggage in Miami, to include my daughter’s car seat. Apparently Murphy’s law wanted to stick around until the bitter end of this trip.

We managed to recover from our shaky arrival and from there, our trip played out like a run-of-the-mill vacation. We soaked in the restorative time together as a family and eventually we shared some laughs about how horrendous the week prior had been.

As I enjoyed the accolade from my husband of “you did an incredible job,” I began remembering the faces of those who had played a hand in my deliverance from the dark pits of commercial travel. An entire team of strangers had offered assistance along our saga and in the blur of stress and exhaustion, I had forgotten them. Thinking of their actions revealed that each encounter was a step on my progressive journey to learning a new trait: the ability to say YES.

In total, I said yes six times. Each one was humbling and yet, more freeing as I went:

  • YES to the neighbor who offered to mow our lawn while I was gone. She knew I had zero chance of cutting the grass with a baby and unpacking to get done.
  • YES to another neighbor who heard my teething daughter was sick and not drinking fluids, prompting her to bring a freshly cut watermelon for her to chew on.
  • YES to the airport traveler who saw the blank stare on my face while assessing connecting flight gates and asked if I knew where to go. It ended up being a mile-long trek, and I’m fairly certain I would have missed my flight without his directions.
  • YES to the young, fashionista who took one look at my bag-laden-baby-strapped-mess and offered to carry my diaper bag. I resisted, but she picked it up before I could stop her and it saved me from clunking every aisle passenger while boarding the plane.
  • YES to the business traveler who offered me his first class seat in order to have space to spread out. This was the hardest yes of all. I had no way to repay him and had serious mom guilt about having a baby in first class. This was also the best yes of all, as it completely humbled and forever changed my internal dialogue about what I found to be “acceptable” for traveling with children. I was given a gift that other first class travelers may have judged me for (likely I would have judged me before having a baby), but it was best for my daughter and allowed her to sleep on that last flight.

With each yes, a piece of my stubborn, independent pride was chipped away to reveal a more humble and softer me. I’m not the first person to find herself overwhelmed and running low on resourcefulness, but this was a first for me in self discovery.

If I could change anything about the course of that day, it would be to stop the negative and vulnerable self-talk that colored each acceptance of assistance: They probably think I’m weak; they probably think I don’t know what I’m doing; they probably feel sorry for me.

None of those thoughts were true and that thinking robbed me of the joy that came with their help. Was it tough to graciously accept that I needed those helping hands that day? Heck yes it was! But, I gained strength in knowing that I was showing others it was OK to not go it alone; I hope that my vulnerability might make it easier for others to accept help for themselves. Worst case, if my altruistic ideals of leading by example are never realized, I can at least take comfort in knowing those generous folks got to make a difference that day and feel good about what they were doing. It was truly a win-win for everyone involved.

The next trip I take, you better believe I will be packing less, organizing more and checking my pride at the door. Life is too short to worry about total strangers assessing my ability to navigate life, or an airport for that matter. Moving forward, I will also leave my judgment at home (why did I ever think I needed to bring that anywhere anyway?) and come armed with the confident ability to say YES more!

Have you ever found it hard to say YES to an offer of assistance? Do you regret not accepting someone’s help?

 

 

 

 

4 Responses to Mom Was Wrong: Talking To Strangers Is OK (sometimes)

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    Deborah Loeffler July 31, 2017 at 10:04 am #

    Heartwarming, funny, insightful, and oh so truthful. Beautifully written on point experience that serves as a thoughtful reminder to new moms and strangers alike….especially those going on a solo adventure. Well done!

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    megan bearce, lmft July 31, 2017 at 5:36 pm #

    Thanks for sharing! Important for us of us “Supermoms” to hear and be reminded it’s OK to ask for help.

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    Cindy Novotny July 31, 2017 at 8:36 pm #

    Brought tears to my eyes, Nat!! Continued blessings on you and your family!

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    Megan Glaser August 3, 2017 at 4:59 am #

    Loved “hearing” your voice! Glad you ladies made it safely through after all the craziness!

    My first solo parenting trip with baby went about like yours. I had never noticed or appreciated how kind strangers can be when you are packed down with children. We have had multiple blow outs while boarding now, and it’s almost always a solo dad on a business trip that notices my distress and puts my belongings in my seat while I rush to the bathroom, or folds up my gate checked stroller while I rush to the bathroom. Hard to say yes initially, but now it’s just a fact of life. And the first time I heard a story from my husband about helping out a solo traveling mom, I gave him a high five.

    Can’t wait to read more!

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