Heart in Knots

Yesterday, I was frustrated with my hair, completely stuck on how to get it unknotted. It was a complete mess. I was frustrated, flustered, and honestly, a little ashamed. I just couldn’t do it myself. Calvin saw how upset I was and, without hesitation, offered to help. He spent hours combing through the tangles and knots. There was no judgment, no hesitation, just kindness. 

He spent hours carefully working through each knot, gently untangling the mess I couldn’t handle on my own. I expected at least a little frustration, but there was none. He didn’t complain or push me to deal with it myself. He just showed up for me, patient and kind, like he always does.

As he worked, I felt supported, seen, and cared for in a way that reminded me I don’t have to carry everything on my own. Sometimes, even when the smallest tasks feel impossible, having someone there makes all the difference. In that quiet time together, I was reminded of how lucky I am to have someone who’s there for me—even in the messiest, most embarrassing moments.

And I know you’re probably wondering why the hell I let it get that bad. Truth is, I ran out of spoons. After taking care of both kids, I didn't have enough energy to take care of me. My cup was empty. So, yeah, my hair got tangled and I needed help. And I think we’ve all been there in one way or another—whether it’s the dishes piling up, laundry sitting in the laundry basket for days on end, or to do lists never getting done because we just don’t have the energy.

We don’t talk about that enough. Sometimes we run out of spoons, and that’s okay. Asking for help should be something we normalize because, honestly, we all need it sometimes, and that's okay.