Thank God for ADA requirements!
It wasn’t that many years ago when automatic doors were hard to find in places where they most certainly would have been helpful.
I remember approaching doors, arms full of bags and each hand grasping a child, hoping, hoping, hoping some nice person would be there to open it for me.
Many times there was.
Sometimes all I got was a glare and a sidestep from an empty-armed, able-bodied person.
I would manage to push the door open with my elbow but inside I was seething.
“Really? Really!! What makes you think getting out of the way is the same as opening the door?”
(Thank goodness my thoughts are not displayed on an overhead sign! 🙂 )
In this Valley, I’ve discovered there is an emotional counterpart to the woman or fellow who refuses to actively help an overwhelmed mama.
There are those who see the burden I’m carrying and simply step aside.
I guess their rationale is that by not adding to the weight of my load, they somehow make it lighter.
But it doesn’t work that way.
As a matter of fact, knowing that my pain is seen but ignored is so much harder than thinking I’m just invisible.
1. bear all or part of the weight of; hold up.
2. give assistance to; enable to function or act.
Support is going to cost you something. It’s going to require action, time, energy, effort, commitment and resources.
I know it’s hard.
Life is hard.
But active, compassionate companionship is what knits hearts together no matter what struggle they are facing.
And hearts that are bound by shared struggle and love are the strongest of all.