The "Pregnancy Pass"

I am a very independent woman. My parents raised me in the mind set that I can do anything I put my mind too. My Dad would always tell me that I should never let anyone tell me that I can't do something, to dream big. If I put my mind to it, I can achieve it. So, fast forward 3 decades and I now wear a Super Woman cape 6 days a week. I do everything. I don't let people pack things for me, lift things, open things, reach for things, etc. I may be short but that's what a step ladder is for. God gave me two capable hands and legs and saw it fit for me to be capable of doing these things on my own and I am very thankful that I have that opportunity but more thankful that I can actually do all of it on my own. Hence the reason for my blog today. Yesterday I experienced my first "Pregnancy Pass". Think of it as a get out of jail free card or as a hall pass to get out of class. Apparently every pregnant woman is bestowed with this pass once she finds out she is pregnant (9 times out of 10 she definitely gets it once she starts showing). I was out shopping for a Father's Day present for my Dad last night and found the perfect gift. It was a little bigger than I had expected and a little heavier than I had expected. I could have lifted it. I could have stuck it in my cart and I could have put it into my car myself...... but I didn't. My Dad's words resonated in my mind as I looked up and there was a very nice gentleman who saw me looking at this box and noticed the perplexed look on my face. He offered to put it into my cart and I told him I would be ever so grateful if he would and then I thanked him profusely. I let him know I was pregnant and that I was debating lifting the box myself, since I knew I could do it and he would have none of it. He was glad he was at the right place at the right time to help. As I checked out, I asked for help out to my car to lift the box. And as I sat momentarily in the drivers seat before starting the engine I thought briefly, I may be a big girl and I may be able to do everything myself but when I stop others from blessing me, helping me - I block the blessings. So here's to the first official usage of my "Pregnancy Pass", I know I can do it, for the sake of my child I shouldn't and for the blessings of a smiling, helpful face I will ask for help.