how to offer help

I am by no means an expert, but my personal life challenges the past few years have given me a new perspective on how to offer help to someone. I’m still learning how to ASK for help, but I suppose that’s another post – one that delves into my pride and independent streak, so we’ll address that some other time.

I believe that people mean well, and they want to help; they just aren’t always sure how. Whether your friend in need is experiencing health problems, has had a death in the family, is flying solo as a parent or going through a variety of other trials, please allow me to make some suggestions on how to offer help.

Saying, “I’m here for you” or “Let me know if you need anything” are sweet sentiments, and please – don’t get me wrong – they mean a lot to the hearer. Unfortunately, they are also very vague. As the hearer, it’s hard to tell sometimes if the remark is akin to, “How are you?” instead of hello, when you know that they don’t really want to know the honest answer.

Instead, feel free to express your sympathy but also try to offer a specific way that you can assist. Your offer doesn’t have to be expensive or cost anything, at all! Acts of service can go a long way to preserving someone’s sanity during a trying time. Making a specific suggestion also helps the recipient not feel like such a moocher by having to ask for help, because you’ve already extended the offer.

Here are some suggestions that you might like to try:

Food: Everyone has to eat, and we Southerners are great at providing bereavement meals, meals for new mothers and post-hospitalization. However, what about the week after the funeral or a month after the baby has arrived? What about seven months into a deployment?

You don’t necessarily need to take a casserole to the family, but perhaps you could call and offer to pick up a few items at the grocery store. If you are concerned about whether they might think of your shopping offer as a gift or not, you could politely say to the person: “Of course I don’t mind picking up a few things for you; I was headed to the store, anyway. I’ll save the receipt so you’ll know how much the cost is.” The recipient should certainly offer to pay, but a comment like that should be a pretty clear hint that you do need to be paid back.

There were days during Lane’s first deployment when I just needed to run to the store for milk or a few small items, but it was late and I didn’t want to load up the kids. I could have called someone and asked them to swing by the store for me, but it would have felt terribly awkward (*note previous remark about how I’m working on this!) to ask for someone to run an errand for me.

One of the coolest offers I’ve ever received is from a friend who hunts. She knows that we aren’t hunters, but she suggested that I could pay for processing if they have any extra deer or hogs. What a great idea, and fewer trips to the grocery store for meat!

Companionship: If your friend has kids, you may not feel comfortable offering to babysit (believe me – with five boys, I can relate). However, perhaps you know that on Monday nights, the local pizza joint has kids’ meal specials. You could call your friend over the weekend and plan ahead to meet up at the pizza restaurant with your family. I can only speak from my own experience, but I very seldom ate out when Lane was gone. There’s just the feeling of being out of place, not to mention the odd looks from people for walking into a restaurant solo with several kids in tow. Or, offer to meet at a park on a Sunday after church and pitch in to bring a picnic lunch together. Let the kids run off some energy and let your friend have some much-needed downtime.

Alone time: Speaking of which, downtime is so important. I’ve learned the hard way that you can only function at peak stress for so long before it begins to affect you physically. Your concentration & memory are diminished, you are more susceptible to illness and your sleep patterns can be disrupted. You might offer to babysit a friend’s child(ren) or make a recommendation to a free or low-cost Parents’ Night Out at your church, etc. It’s amazing how sometimes when you are in the throws of a difficult situation, you want so badly to take a break, but you are in drone mode and just can’t get your head above water long enough to take a gasp of air.

One of the kindest offers of this sort that I have received was when my oldest two boys’ karate teacher offered to have them over for a movie one Saturday morning, then take them over to the school so they could help him tidy up the building. They had a blast, and they got to help him, too! Just having two kids gone for a few hours was a huge relief, and they felt very special for being invited. I have been truly blessed over the years with babysitters who have gone out of their way to support our family, and I can’t thank them enough.

Around the house: This is a tough one, because one’s home is a point of pride, and it’s hard to admit when you are falling down on the job. Maybe your friend has some hedges that need clipping, so you give your husband props for being such a manly-man and suggest that he go over and trim your friend’s hedges for her. Bonus brownie points if he mows the yard! lol! If you are close friends, you may just flat-out offer to come over and help clean house. Or, if you are handy with tools or have a mechanically-inclined spouse, you could jot your friend an email or call her and ask if there are any small repairs that she needs. For example, I can change a tire and use a circular saw with no problem, but I would probably go all year with a burned-out porch light because I’m afraid to climb the tall ladder to replace it!

Encouragement: Sometimes, the best thing you can do for someone is let them know that they aren’t alone. I have a stash in my file drawer at work of encouraging notes and cards that people have sent me over the years. I don’t keep everything like a pack rat, but some sentiments are so nice to re-read and appreciate all over again. Just tonight, I got an email from a friend who said that she admires me. Wow! That ego boost felt so good, especially on a day when I don’t feel very admirable; on the contrary, l cried off all my make-up, my hair has been frazzled all day, and I spoke snippy to someone … ok, two someones. Just knowing that a) I’m not crazy, and b) someone cares makes a big difference.

Those are some of my ideas & experiences … What are some ways that you have been helped in the past, or how have you helped someone? Feel free to comment and share your great ideas!

Enough time to be born again

Nine months. It is natural to think of time in terms of years, but once you become a parent, it seems that nine-month increments take on new meaning. In that span of time, new life is created, nurtured, celebrated and born.

Since Nathan died, I am keenly aware of this day each month. A cloud of melancholy drifts overhead on the 23rd. Later this evening, it’ll dawn on me again, and I’ll have flash-backs of zoning out in the car while Lane drove us to Magnolia that dark and cold night.

Much has changed, yet much remains frozen in time in my memory. Nine months. Babies have been conceived and born since my brother died.

It’s hard for me to talk about my heavenly desire sometimes, even with other Christians, because we get caught up in our day-to-day ruts and don’t think much further than our Outlook calendars. Yet, there is a piece of my heart and soul that aches so much – today, especially – to step into Forever.

We have been given a promise that life doesn’t end with our last breath. As believers, this day-to-day journey of flesh & blood is just a dress rehearsal for the Eternal Broadway. This achy, tired, stretch-marked, overweight, sagging body is a costume. Like the grass metaphor in the verse below, our season here on Earth is limited, but oh, the glory that awaits us!

You have been born again, and this new life did not come from something that dies, but from something that cannot die. You were born again through God’s living message that continues forever. The Scripture says,
‘All people are like the grass,
and all their glory is like the flowers of the field.
The grass dies and the flowers fall,
but the word of the Lord will live forever.’ [— Isaiah 40:6–8 ]
And this is the word that was preached to you.”

1 Peter 1:23-25 (New Century Version)

If you snooze, you lose!

I knew that having three boys would mean big appetites as they got older. I also knew that adding two more boys would mean even more to cook as time went on. However, I don’t think I realized just HOW MUCH five boys ages 10 & under could pack away in one meal!

We went to Buffalo Wild Wings for their Tuesday wing special last night. Yum!! It is our favorite restaurant, for several reasons:

  • It’s casual;
  • It’s loud;
  • There are any number of sporting events on TV, no matter which way you are facing;
  • The kids’ menus have several pages of puzzles to play and pictures to color to keep the boys occupied while waiting for the food;
  • They have good happy hour specials (heh); and,
  • The food is awesome.

By the time the last finger was licked, those boys had eaten 40 wings, a basket of buffalo chips (round french fries) and a basket of onion rings! Aidan’s record is 18 wings, but I think he stopped at 9 or 10 last night. A friend suggested that boys have hollow legs, and I’m beginning to lean toward that theory. I should have brought my camera and taken pictures of their saucy faces!

It was a lot of fun, but those appetites sure do add up when the bill arrives, so we don’t eat out very often anymore. It’s fun to get out of the house (and kitchen!) now & then, though.

On the way to meet Dad at the restaurant, the boys and I made a special stop, which I’ll elaborate more on in a post later this week. It’s a secret until then! 😉  While we were there, I got one of the highest compliments that could be paid to a parent. A lady approached me in the lobby and said, “Your kids are so well behaved; I had no idea you had five with you! And all boys!” I thanked her and said that I really needed to hear that! How sweet of her to say something.

what I miss the most

I miss the way he answered the phone, “Hey sis – what’s up?” and the way he laughed in a low “heh, heh” with a corner of his lip turned up in a smirk. I miss his weight training updates – I think his biceps were up to 17″!

Nathan - bicep pic

I miss the way he’d poke fun at me for a new t-shirt or object that I designed for Second Life and then would recommend that I read some techie book on open source programming so that I can write my own scripts. (Because I have free time to teach myself how to program! lol!) I think I still have Linux For Dummies or The Idiot’s Guide to FreeBSD … I can’t remember the exact title, but you get the gist. Playful harassment aside, he was always good to praise me for any new tech-related accomplishment.

What I miss the most, at least in recent days, are his hugs. I was thinking the other day about Grease 2, when Johnny ticks off Stephanie once and for all, and she tells him that she could kiss the next guy who walked through the door if she wanted to. He doesn’t believe her, of course, so she marches over and plants a whopper of a smooch on the unsuspecting, innocent Michael.

I wondered what would happen if I approached some random 6′ 4″ muscular/heavy-set guy and asked if I could please give him a bear hug. Ha! He’d probably think I was out of my ever-lovin’ mind, and understandably so. But still, I want so much to hug Nathan – or at least pretend – and just close my eyes and wrap my arms around his strong chest and squeeze him tight. If I think too hard about not being able to do that ever again, it’ll make me cry, so let’s change the subject …

In other news, I am in desperate need of a pedicure. It isn’t sandal weather anymore, so my poor toes have been neglected. Maybe I can sweet-talk Lane into a foot rub tonight. 😉

my inner athlete

Now that my oldest is 10 and the youngest is nearly five years old, I guess I have to stop blaming my weight on the kids. I’ve had the mindset that “I’m healthy, but …” and the “but” was the fact that I have many, many pounds to lose. Generally speaking, I am healthy. My blood pressure and cholesterol are low, my flexibility is great and I’m exceptionally strong. (In fact, I can leg-press more than 750 lbs.) But my weight has not decreased since I’ve had kids; on the contrary, it has increased year after year.

I know that I need to exercise, but my main hang-up has been time. Oh, and raising several children. Oh, and having a husband who’s working &/or out of town two weekends a month. Believe me, my list of excuses is lengthy.

The proverbial slap upside my head came this past weekend, however. I knew it would take something to rattle my cage before I got serious about needing to exercise. On one of the legs of my flight to San Francisco, I had to ask for a seatbelt extender. I tried scooting as far back against the chair as I could, sucking in my gut … I even tried buckling it as low as possible, like I did that one time I flew to a conference 6 mos prego with my second son. Nothing worked. I even debated not buckling it at all and just draping my sweater across my lap so the flight attendant wouldn’t notice. But, I finally broke down and asked. It ended up being no big deal, other than my complete loss of pride.

So, in the interest of not wanting to be the fat lady on the plane who can’t buckle her seatbelt, I’ve started taking an evening walk/jog. It hasn’t been quite a week yet, but I’m committed to doing it. I feel good, not only physically but feel good about myself afterward. It is kinda fun to challenge myself, and each day, I’ve done a little more than the day before.

I started out walking one mailbox and jogging to the next, repeatedly down and back up my street, which is about a 1/2 mile roundtrip. Then, I went to walking 1, jogging 2. Next, I walked 1-2 and jogged 3. Tonight, I made the trek to my parents’ house and back, which is 8/10 mi. total. I paused there for a drink of water and to say hi, but I didn’t stay long enough to get comfortable.

I am setting small, attainable goals for myself to challenge me and keep it interesting. I would like to be able to jog to my mom’s house, walk around the block with her, then walk/jog back home. Depending on our route, that could be about 2 mi.

The down side is that the only time I have to do this is in the evening, but I have a big, chunky flashlight that would double as a club, if need be, but he neighborhood is pretty quiet. I suppose I could get up extra-early in the morning to go out, but I’ve known myself for going on 35 years now, and history has not been an indicator of a successful early morning exercise routine.

I’m buckling up and ready for the ride!

finish well

A recent Sunday sermon was on leaving a legacy and finishing well. In other words, what are people going to say about us when we die? Naturally, I think most of us want to be remembered for our positive contributions and the relationships we held — being a loving parent, a devoted spouse, a cherished friend. Those things are important, but what’s even more important is the impact that our lives made here that will resonate into eternity.

There are so many people I’m looking forward to seeing in heaven. Family members top the list – my grandparents, my brother, my aunts, cousins … people who I know loved the Lord and are in his presence even at this very moment. There are also those who I will never see again on earth but anticipate greatly reuniting with them on glory’s side. Some I don’t even know or remember their names! There is “Esther,” a dear girlfriend from China. Then there’s the young woman who led the youth at a Methodist church that we attended for a while. She impacted my early walk with Christ in a postive way. There’s the guy who participated in a training class with me during college and encouraged me in the faith. What joy it will be to spend eternity together!

I also thought about the first person I led to Christ. I was scared out of my wits that I would say the wrong thing or that I would stumble on my words so much that she would be confused as we prayed together. God, in his mercy, has a way of using even our clumsiest moments! It will be nice to see her, too.

Pastor Steve asked what we would want written on our gravestone, and I immediately thought of Nathan’s. My mom, Kristen and I talked at length about what to write, what verse to use, etc. I am pleased with the end result, because I feel like it sums up everything Steve was saying. The verse we chose not only echos the meaning of my brother’s name, but it is a testament to his faith journey. Nathan would be the first to say that he didn’t have it all together; he was still learning and growing in his faith, but aren’t we all? I have yet to meet a perfect person, and something tells me that God doesn’t have much need to use perfect people, even if such existed.

Our gift from God

Our gift from God

I believe that Nathan finished well. He loved God and made his faith a big part of his life, in general. He also left a legacy — an example for his boys to emulate. No, he wasn’t perfect, but he was real. He was a gift from God for 30 years of my life. I hope that I, too, can live up to my namesake and be a “messenger” of his grace and goodness to others.

a season of ministry

Two wise women have told me recently that God has different ministries in mind for us at different stages in life. I need to mull over this concept a little more, then I’ll write about it later when the fog clears. I wanted to mention it now as a placeholder, of sorts – something to jog my thinking and cause me to pause and ponder.

My ministry? Hmm – I never really thought of it that way. Could it be that part of my ministry right now IS the boys and Lane? Instead of feeling frustrated about all the things that are utterly out of my control these days, could it be that part of the reason God chose me for this task is because I’m somehow – with his grace! – able to minister to these guys with whom I share my life and home? Lord, teach me how.

“But you, keep your head in all situations, endure hardship, do the work of an evangelist, discharge all the duties of your ministry.” – II Timothy 4:5

a new perspective on prejudice

Prejudice is, in essence, pre-judging someone or something. Last year, I was asked to participate in the Campus Diversity Committee at the university where I work, and this year, I was asked to chair the committee. I hope that I am doing a good job; there is still much to learn. Interestingly, the past few months of having all of the boys under one roof has opened my eyes in a way that I hadn’t expected: I’ve become much more aware of prejudice.

There’s this certain look that people give me when I have five boys in tow. I’ve seen The Look at the grocery store, at Wal-Mart, the movie theatre … just about everywhere. I haven’t seen The Look at church, which I think largely speaks to the familial atmosphere at Crossroads, in general, but also b/c most everyone knows our story, anyway.

The Look says several things:

  • When the eyebrows are raised and the eyes are round like saucers, The Look says: “Oh. My. God. Doesn’t that woman know what birth control is?!”
  • When just one eyebrow is raised and the person stares for a while, The Look says: “She’s out of her ever-lovin’ mind to come here with all those kids.”
  • When the lips are pursed and the person looks sideways at someone else, The Look says: “Tsk, tsk, it’s no wonder those boys are being rowdy. She can’t handle them.”
  • When The Look is accompanied by a sigh, it says: “Pity that poor woman. She’s so overwhelmed, she obviously doesn’t have time to exercise. Look how fat she is.”

I know what The Look says, because I’ve given it myself. I’ve made sweeping accusations of people  based solely on a first impression. It’s easy to do. Our imaginations try to put people in compartments – boxes, if you will – that are familiar to us. When they don’t fit, we’re not sure what to do, so we judge them for being odd.

Some Lookers keep quiet, but oftentimes Lookers can’t resist becoming Chatters. You know Chatters … they say things like, “Wow – you’ve got your hands full, don’t you?” or, “Wow – all boys, eh?”  I usually just shrug and smile, maybe throw in a “yep” and go on about my way. It’s best, of course, when the boys are behaving well, because then the Chatter will remark about how good the kids are. That makes me happy; validation always feels good as a parent.

So, how does this have anything to do with the Campus Diversity Committee? My experience as a Parent of Five Boys has caused me to pause before judging someone based on a first impression. I believe that my worldview has had its edges softened a bit, and I’m better able to understand where people are coming from, because I take the time to get to know them before I formulate an opinion about them.

“All of you, clothe yourselves with humility toward one another, because, ‘God opposes the proud but gives grace to the humble.'” – I Peter 5:5b

who am I?

This article is timely, as it comes on the heels of two encouraging conversations I had today about life, goals and convictions.

Sometimes I wonder if “work/life balance” isn’t a misnomer, b/c being a mother, boss and employee are not separate & distinct parts of my life. They influence each other in [what I hope is, at least] a positive manner and contribute to who I am as an individual.

I am a professional who happens to have five kids. Neither has to suffer for the other to succeed. I don’t think of myself as a wave-maker, but perhaps I am a mold-breaker, and you know what? I think that’s ok.