Advice: More Blessed to Receive than to Give?

I’ve been having issues with receiving advice for, oh, the last 7 months or so.  Ever since announcing that Rachel was pregnant, I’ve gotten more than a handful of invitations to change diapers and hold babies.  With these offers I am usually told “because you’ll need the practice.”

I’ve done this before; I have a 21 year old.  I don’t usually say this, but I always feel it.  I confess I get a little grumpy hearing advice on how to hold a child from someone who just got their first one.  And I actually got my first practice at changing diapers with my decade-younger little brother, so, thank you, but I think I’ll be okay without changing that one for you.

Last week a friend chimed in a calm “again” when someone else suggested I better get used to not sleeping nights.  I thanked him quietly for recalling that I’ve probably missed sleep at night before.

Though I bite my tongue, I leave each of these instances wishing I could receive the advice more graciously.  They are not usually trying to talk down to me; in fact, saying things like “this is something you have to look forward to!” are usually meant in joy and encouragement.

I am just not good at taking advice.  I am pretty competent, and, let’s face it, I think I know more about most anything than you do.

Then there’s that pesky Golden Rule.  Sadly, I find I rather enjoy giving advice.

But of course I do!

One of the things I am going to consciously work on for the next couple of weeks is the way I take advice.  I will practice accepting advice graciously.

3 thoughts on “Advice: More Blessed to Receive than to Give?

  1. “I am pretty competent, and, let’s face it, I think I know more about most anything than you do.”

    Amen.
    Thanks for making my morning.

  2. As one who has experienced the blessing of giving to others to meet their needs, I found it extremely difficult to be the one in need. When I was the one in need I discovered that part of what I enjoyed about giving was the power and superiority I felt. When you are in need you get to experience powerlessness and inferiority. No fun at all.

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