Remember Slinkys? I think every kid had one at one time or
another.
I couldn’t ever
get one to work right. I mean, I’d put
it on the top stair and start it down the next and instead of doing its “Slinky
thing”, it would tumble down in a lump.
Without the grace and agility shown in the commercials.
Perhaps I was
doing it wrong, but I don’t know if it’s even possible to do a Slinky wrong.
Hannah was about
three or four when she handed me her Slinky.
It was a tangled mess. She said, “Daddy,
can you fix this?”
Hmmm . . .
I held it in my
hand and stared at it, wondering where I might even begin. Hannah must have recognized my consternation,
so she said, “Just give it to William.
He can fix it.” It should be
noted that William is her big brother, about eleven years old at the time.
Another hmmm . .
.
I felt my “daddy-hood”
slip a bit. I mean, daddies can fix just
about anything, right? Well evidently,
not this one.
Knots, on the
other hand, I’m pretty good at. Big or
small. String or even fine jewelry. I usually get it. I see it as a challenge. A puzzle.
I find that surprising because I’m not particularly patient and my
fingers are stubby and fat. My thumbs
don’t work like they once did. A little
pain here and there. But all in all, I
can handle knots. I like them actually.
Got me thinking.
Some days, even
some weeks go by and life is pretty good.
No problems. No worries. We breeze through.
No Knots. No Tangles.
Then there are
other days, even some weeks, maybe even months, where there is one Knot after
another. One big Tangle we can’t
unravel. Sometimes the more we try, the
worse it gets. We pull one end and the
Knot gets tighter. Pull a different end,
and the Tangle becomes worse.
In Hannah’s
case, she couldn’t untangle her Slinky by herself. She asked me, her dad, who failed without an
attempt. So, she chose someone else,
someone she trusted and believed could help her. She went from one to another until she got
the help she needed.
Persistent and pretty
resourceful for a three or four year old.
She knew she couldn’t do it by herself, so she sought help.
Asking for help
takes a bit of courage, don’t you think?
I mean, it’s
admitting that you need help. That we
can’t do it by ourselves. That we’re not
as self-sufficient as we thought we were.
On the other
hand, asking someone for help gives us a new pair of eyes with which to see the
Knot or Tangle. Another pair of eyes
might help us see it more clearly.
Perhaps give us a new start. A new
beginning. A way out. And help guide us through it.
Nothing wrong in
asking for help. Nothing wrong with
admitting we can’t do it by ourselves.
Nothing wrong with another pair of eyes.
With another set of hands.
Nothing wrong with that at all.
Something to think about . . .
Live Your Life,
and Make A Difference!
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