The Privilege of Helping
My name is Emily and I am a chronic helper. Anyone who has been the recipient of my gestures can attest – I am well intentioned, but I am an eager, enthusiastic helper who though genuine, can run the risk of over-helping. Back in grade school, it was a minor holiday for me when the teacher would introduce a new student. My mind would start racing with all the things I could help with and I’d make a beeline for them as soon as they were released from the teacher’s protective side. I hadn’t known them 30 seconds before I had dreams of showing them around the playground and making friendship bracelets at sleepovers. My adult self finds that same excitement every time I see a meet-and-greet put on my calendar at work for a new employee. I mean, you never know when you’ll find your next friend!
When you are a helper by nature, it’s important to stay grounded in what helping really is; a privilege. Continue reading