Wednesday, November 28, 2007
A second helping
“Do you want me to cut that for you?”
He asked with kindness.
But a glance at his face proved to me that he was just irritated with watching me struggle.
The cheese was nearly frozen (because I can’t turn the temperature down in my refrigerator) and the knife was probably sharp when I first bought it, 7 years ago.
“No, I got it.” I replied.
“But you seem to be having a really hard time with it… just let me do it.”
“I’ve been cutting my own cheese and using knives long before you came into my life, I’m pretty sure I have it covered.”
Was that me… refusing help because "I’m the 'independent woman' who has it 'all figured out'???"
Was that me… lashing out because I knew I didn’t have it covered and his presence just proved me right?
Or was that him
Being a man
Who thinks he can do it better?
Whether it's about the cheese or the change, I have to wonder...
When do we let ourselves really go?
And give into someone whose capabilities may outshine our own?
When do we accept that having it all figured out…
Isn’t as important as having someone to figure it out with?
And if we're not willing to ask for help, or to accept it when it's offered... do we just continue to cut our own frozen cheese into tiny broken pieces?
Pieces that used to taste better when we were alone...
Before we realized we didn't have everything figured out after all.