tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27155002.post1412773154361443282..comments2023-12-30T12:04:59.353+03:00Comments on Code Yellow Mom: The Intimacy of InconvenienceCode Yellow Momhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16283426654179102400noreply@blogger.comBlogger14125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27155002.post-78723538068964612572007-05-15T08:47:00.000+04:002007-05-15T08:47:00.000+04:00GREAT post… very well written and thought provokin...GREAT post… very well written and thought provoking! Thanks for your honest evaluation and sharing! Blessings, DianeDiane @ A Watered Gardenhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12331995244987250852noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27155002.post-21870421112013123292007-05-12T07:07:00.000+04:002007-05-12T07:07:00.000+04:00Gosh, how true! I, too, absolutely positively HATE...Gosh, how true! <BR/><BR/>I, too, absolutely positively HATE to be an inconvenience and I never (or very, very rarely) ask for help. But the thing is - I never feel like someone is inconveniencing me, when they reach out for help and I'm extremely flattered that they would ask and that I could be there for them. It's a crazy backwards thing. <BR/><BR/>Our next door neighbor, I am forever indebted to, because she dropped everything and came with me with three vomiting toddlers to the ER last October. While Charlie was on the floor at home sick, she left her husband and 4 children and stayed with me (despite my protests that "I'd be FINE!") in a hospital room from 10 PM until almost 5 AM. <BR/><BR/>And wouldn't you know, I'm closer to her now than I've ever been. <BR/><BR/>I wish I could have been nearby to help you out ... I would have done it in a minute! :)The Amazing Tripshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13761348688069779544noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27155002.post-25753432142407009292007-05-10T23:19:00.000+04:002007-05-10T23:19:00.000+04:00I was told the same thing that Morning Glory was t...I was told the same thing that Morning Glory was told. A little lady in my church seen me struggling with my son and life in general and she told me that when you deny people from helping you, you not only hurt yourself but you are robbing them of there blessings.<BR/><BR/>I always try to remember this but from time to time the old, you must do this by yourself comes out in me! <BR/><BR/>Beautiful post. Thanks for sharingMichellehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16244025893418554931noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27155002.post-40477689712418840102007-05-10T20:18:00.000+04:002007-05-10T20:18:00.000+04:00There's a woman in my ward who, to my way of think...There's a woman in my ward who, to my way of thinking, inconveniences everyone in her path. She's like a tornado of "I need you to pick up my son and drop him off here," "I need you to watch my boys while I go shopping," etc. and I've always prided myself on being self-sufficient. *I* would never stoop to such blatant neediness. If you want to go shopping alone, can't you wait till your husband gets home?<BR/><BR/>But I'm starting to rethink this. While I'll probably never go to her extreme, it would probably help me to stray out of MY extreme too. All those times I've helped or have been helped, there was a great closeness developed, that staying home with the blinds closed doesn't bring. Thanks for your great post.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27155002.post-15050376920716243842007-05-10T17:15:00.000+04:002007-05-10T17:15:00.000+04:00So profound. I think our Heavenly Father gives us...So profound. I think our Heavenly Father gives us these occasions so that we are forced occasionally to allow others to serve us. For their benefit and ours.Sketchyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11517261316724789686noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27155002.post-15449881150600049332007-05-10T15:11:00.000+04:002007-05-10T15:11:00.000+04:00"There is an intimacy that comes from inconvenienc..."There is an intimacy that comes from inconveniencing each other from time to time..."<BR/><BR/>I LOVE this passage and couldn't agree more. Just the other day, I stopped in a parking lot under construction to help a confused blind man find his way. I had the kids in the car for me so it was utterly inconvenient but I had compassion seeing him wandering around lost.<BR/><BR/>And you know what? I may have helped him find his way but n helping him, I found mine.Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04135190793124857820noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27155002.post-29368416758462456052007-05-10T06:08:00.000+04:002007-05-10T06:08:00.000+04:00Wow...we are soul sisters. I've always been very i...Wow...we are soul sisters. I've always been very independant to the point of extremism. I think the kind of relationships you describe are really rare these days. We're becoming really isolated from one another. <BR/><BR/>Great post, very thought provoking.Blog Antagonisthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09378330862349859998noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27155002.post-52379083329729012552007-05-10T05:49:00.000+04:002007-05-10T05:49:00.000+04:00i know exactly what you mean. when i lived in ger...i know exactly what you mean. when i lived in germany, things like this happened a lot, because you didn't have anyone else to lean on. last minute babysitting, letting someone borrow your car, running over to the store before it closes to get milk for a friend who won't make it back from their trip and would need milk in the morning. and the things that people did for me. i feel very close to most of those people. they become like my family.TJhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09831373324547267019noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27155002.post-32975148255842556312007-05-10T03:12:00.000+04:002007-05-10T03:12:00.000+04:00I am saving and printing this post. You said so b...I am saving and printing this post. You said so beautifully what I tell so many other women (and my self too). Thanks for being able to put this into words for me.Ice Creamhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10720267761985766740noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27155002.post-21232249252253551482007-05-10T03:07:00.000+04:002007-05-10T03:07:00.000+04:00I've also been thinking about friendships lately, ...I've also been thinking about friendships lately, and a lot of your post really resonated with my own conclusions. Thanks for sharing with us.<BR/><BR/>Oh...and I get what you mean about not wanting to be a bother. Labor with my second child was a bit of an emergency situation, and while all the doctors and nurses were running around, all I could think to say was, "I'm so sorry! I'm so sorry!" I've often thought about that situation and seen the raw truth there. A lot of us need to work on this kind of (what'd you call it?....) "quirk". ;-)Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27155002.post-85942577485354602732007-05-10T02:54:00.000+04:002007-05-10T02:54:00.000+04:00Excellent post. I love the way you wrote this. I ...Excellent post. I love the way you wrote this. I find that my most cherished friendships are the ones where I feel neither of us is keeping score. Instead, we are just there for each other ... always! I need to be more available to others.An Ordinary Momhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05497066145696617241noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27155002.post-53755064299078869522007-05-10T02:41:00.000+04:002007-05-10T02:41:00.000+04:00I can't tell you how many times I read something y...I can't tell you how many times I read something you wrote and realize how well you say what I think. You nailed it so beautifully.<BR/><BR/>I was told one time after having been in a car accident, that I needed to let my friends know when I needed some help. I didn't like to ask for help either, because I was used to doing for myself and my family. She reminded me that when I don't accept offers of help from other people, that I deny that person from being able to feel blessed for helping. Does that make sense? It sure did to me and I've never forgotten that advice.<BR/><BR/>But I still hesitate to ask for help. This was wonderful to read!someone elsehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12524255841655400982noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27155002.post-62541687132858035812007-05-10T02:25:00.000+04:002007-05-10T02:25:00.000+04:00"So here is what I've learned" paragraph: Absolute..."So here is what I've learned" paragraph: Absolutely profound. You said it so well too. <BR/><BR/>I laughed out loud at the description of the voicemail you left on the last person you called. So dang funny. I've left those messages, I've gotten those messages. Last time I left one, I even said out loud, "Man I wish I could delete this message."<BR/><BR/>I could seriously write a novel of a response---but I won't impose on you. :) Love this post T. I'm "dealing" with it's length....Angelahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/18111416635119257827noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27155002.post-49763093524856631732007-05-10T02:14:00.000+04:002007-05-10T02:14:00.000+04:00Not a frequent commenter, but had to come out of t...Not a frequent commenter, but had to come out of the woodwork for this one. I relate on so many levels to this, and it really spoke to me. I thought you should know. Thanks.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com