Raised by Wolves – Teaching My Son (and Myself) to Ask for Help

My son was only five when I first noticed it. He’d struggle with his blocks or drawings, jaw tight, refusing to ask for help.

I recognized it instantly because I was looking at myself.

I’ve spent most of my life with that same instinct—figure it out, don’t bother anyone, don’t show weakness. But that’s not the kind of strength I want to pass down to him.

It took weeks of saying, “What can you figure out, and what can I help you with?” and, “Remember, I’m right here,” before he started asking. And every time he does, it feels like a win for both of us.

Because here’s the truth: asking for help isn’t weakness—it’s trust. Wolves survive in packs for a reason.

I’m still learning this myself, but if my son can grow up believing strength also means leaning on others, maybe that’s the legacy that matters most.

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