Help, no don't...

"Sometimes, accepting help is harder than offering it."

-Star Wars: The Clone Wars

The age-old tradition of  having a bag boy take your cart of groceries out to the car and load them for you has been lost over the years at most places. I was taken aback the other day when I checked out at the grocery and after my basket was completed loaded and groceries paid for, a man walked over and grabbed my cart and said, "Ready to go?" Graciously, I thanked him, but let him know that I could get it myself. To which he replied, "I know you can, but I don't mind getting it for you." (pretty insistently might I add...) I even went as far as to talk about how hot it was and that I didn't want him to have to go out there, but he was determined. 

I literally had to swallow my pride and let him do it. Why was that SO hard to let a man push my groceries out to the car and unload them for me?? After all, I love it when "chivalrous" things are done for me and complain when a guy doesn't hold the door for me... So, why was this so hard for me?

I think woman were originally designed to be provided for and for men to take care of them in a sense. But, in today's society woman are pushed towards independence and being able to do it all on their own. Finding the balance is super challenging when most of the time, you do have to take care of everything for yourself. 

Clearly this man knew I could push that grocery cart out to my car by myself. Sometimes it's not about helping someone do something they can't, but showing someone you care and that they are valuable just by simply doing something kind for them. Time to swallow my pride and not find contentment in the fact that I do everything by myself.