I’ll Be Paying People Back for Carpool When I’m 80

DC widow blog writer Marjorie Brimley with son Tommy looks away from camera

I was at a party a few months ago, and someone asked me how I was doing. I told her that I was okay, managing life day-by-day, and learning how to ask for a lot of help. “The thing about asking for help,” I said, “is that I have to ask people to do things for me knowing that I’ll never pay them back.”

“Of course you do,” the woman said back. “It’s different, of course, but when I was working in government, I needed a lot of help with my kids. It’s been years, but I always say that I’ll be paying people back for carpool when I’m 80.”

I laughed. This woman’s kids were all grown now, so obviously she couldn’t pay anyone back for carpool, at least not directly. But we talked more about how hard it can be to ask for help and offer nothing in return.

It was one thing to accept a lot of help when Shawn was in the hospital, and in the immediate weeks after he died. Of course I needed help. I didn’t feel guilty at all about asking for help, in the same way that someone who is stranded on a log in the ocean doesn’t feel guilty about being pulled onto a boat. I didn’t even really feel grateful, because I was in survival mode. I just felt relief that someone else was handling things.

But time passed. First, I could feel grateful for the help others offered. Then, I started to feel guilty.

I knew it was unreasonable. None of my friends or acquaintances ever made me feel guilty. Nope – this was self-imposed guilt.

After a number of months, I managed to figure out a balance that felt somewhat okay for me. I’d accept help when I needed it, but not all the time. I could do my own grocery shopping, for example, but if I needed something that involved a power tool, I figured it was okay to ask for and accept help.

I actually got to where I could manage on my own quite well. I found myself relying less and less on my friends and well-meaning community members. I found myself becoming much more self-sufficient.

And then the coronavirus hit. Almost immediately, I was back at square one. I tried to do everything for myself at first, but then it became clear that I needed help. Again.

I know that no one keeps a tally of how much they’ve helped me. Before Shawn died, I never did that either. When I offered help, I offered it because I was happy to help. But do you know who does keep score of who helps me?

I do.

I mean, not literally. I don’t have a spreadsheet where I note everyone who has ever brought me milk or watched my kids. But I know there are some people who have helped me so much that if I really let myself think about it, I feel a twinge of worry that our relationship has been so imbalanced at times.

I think about how I’ll be paying people back for carpool when I’m 80.

Of course, I won’t actually be doing that, because by the time I can truly offer help, all of the kids I know now will probably be driving themselves places. I won’t ever get the chance to really pay people back for carpool, or for many of the tasks involving young children.

But I’m not sure a tally sheet is really useful for anyone, myself included. Maybe what the coronavirus has taught me more than anything is that I will have more times in my life when I have to gracefully ask for help and accept it from my friends. Yes, I figured out how to to manage most of the parts of my life after many months of widowhood. I felt like things were becoming more balanced in many of my friendships. And then this virus and quarantine happened. When I really think about it, I know that the coronavirus isn’t the last time I’ll need help. Something else will happen after that and I will have to ask for help.

But there’s another piece to this, and it’s something that I tell myself when I start to feel guilty: I am not the only one who will ever need help. Maybe, someday, something will happen to someone I love. Maybe something will happen to someone in my community. Maybe something will happen in our world that doesn’t directly affect me. In fact, I know that all these things will happen, even though I wish that they wouldn’t.

And when that something bad happens, I hope that those people who are in pain know that they can ask me (or someone else) for help. I hope they will remember all of the times that someone helped me and I gratefully accepted that help, even when I knew I’d never be able to pay anyone back. I hope that they remember what it means to be part of a community.

It’s not about keeping score.

Maybe one day, I’ll pick up lots of kids after baseball practice and drive them all home. I mean, maybe I’ll only be paying people back for carpool until I’m 65. Maybe.

Or maybe not. My debt may be too big.

Luckily for me, no one seems to be keeping score.

13 Replies to “I’ll Be Paying People Back for Carpool When I’m 80”

  1. I think most people desire to help others. When the call comes, they are all in. It’s a gift for all. And you have already paid it back with your courageous efforts to document your emotional journey. For us now and all those who have helped you in the future!

    1. I think you’re right – and I know it’s true that I love when I can actually help someone else!

  2. I think that you have to take the long view of helping others, and the way that you help will not be “An eye for an eye” but in the future you will be able to offer help in possibly different ways than you were helped. In some cases maybe the balance will tip the other way and some people may feel indebted to you! I need help with lots of different things too, and I will never be able to repay those specific people, but I can volunteer at my church and do weekly therapy dog visits at a local retirement home and a school for disabled kids. Even if my life at the present moment precluded me from helping others it doesn’t mean that will always be the case. The key for me is to make sure that I am keeping my eyes open for opportunities to do good in the world when I can manage it. I am sure you do lots of helpful things for your students, for example, without even thinking about it.

    1. I love this line you wrote so much: “The key for me is to make sure that I am keeping my eyes open for opportunities to do good in the world when I can manage it.” AMEN!!

  3. I enjoyed reading this. I’ve only read a few blogs a few times but, in reading yours, it finally clicked for me that reading people’s thoughts via a blog is (a) interesting; (b) contains some wit, wisdom and laughter; and (c) this is the time I need to read blog entries about widowhood, a strange, new, painful ‘hood

    Assuming I can figure it out (no guarantees there), I hope to be able to find and read what next you write. I appreciate it. It helps.

    1. Thanks for reading! I’m not sure I have much insight into widowhood, but I have lived this life for over two years. All I can promise is honesty and regularity – I’ll always keep writing!

  4. I expect that you overlook a lot of the help you give others, because what others view as kindness you think of as simply the obvious thing to do.

    1. What a sweet thing to say, Henry! Thank you.

  5. I am so happy to have found this blog. My husband passed away unexpectedly in his sleep on March 10th, 2020. He was 38. We have a 6 and 8 year old. A few days later came the stay at home order. So much of my anxiety has revolved around being the “only” one to be responsible for my children’s needs. What if I get sick? How will I ever learn to manage all of the details that he took care of? And what the hell are all of these tools for!?! I am slowly beginning to accept that my new reality will need to rely more on my “village” and though it is terrifying, it is reassuring to read that others in a similar situation are navigating the same thing– and not always feeling so sure about it. It is all still so very raw to us, but I can see understand how there will be periods of more self-reliance and others of more reliance on others. I am so appreciative of your sharing.

    1. I’m so sorry to hear about your husband’s passing. It’s so hard to be in the early days, and especially right now. Hang in there. You may find some of my 2018 blog posts to be helpful, as I wrote through my early grief. I’ll be thinking of you.

  6. There is no reason to feel guilty for an aspect of community support that people give freely. Like you wrote, the same love and care would emanate from you to someone tomorrow. Be strong.

    1. I know. It’s not that I think I should feel guilty, it’s just that I do feel guilty. But I agree – it’s something that no one should feel guilty about!

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