The Umbrella Lesson
I pulled into the parking lot of my doctor’s office in a downpour of rain. I was already five minutes late to my arrival time because of the traffic.
If you aren’t familiar, it’s a well-known fact that Californian’s are only capable of driving in “sunshine beam” weather conditions.
Once I entered the doctor’s office building, the line of people waiting to check-in was overflowing out the office door.
I stood my turn in line, checked in and went to take a seat in the waiting room. I immediately noticed a man in his mid-forties walk in with his elderly mother and a giant umbrella. She took a seat next to her walker, while her son stood in line to check her in.
“Honey, do you need my health insurance card?” she asked her son.
“No. Mom, I’m fine, just sit there, okay?” he quipped back.
I sat and watched this elderly woman while I waited for my doctor to retrieve me from the waiting room. She sat in her chair wrapped in a crocheted shawl; the kind you know smells like “Grandma.” I put my phone down and I watched her. She scanned the crowd with a smile on her face; she radiated that gentle and kind vibe that so many people her age do. Her entire demeanor put me at peace.
Within a few minutes, she realized her son was holding the cumbersome umbrella while he waited his turn in line; the umbrella that he most likely brought along to shield his mother from the rain.
She perked up: “Mike, honey, let me hold that umbrella for you while you wait in line.”
He snapped back at her: “No mom, I’ve got it. It’s okay.”
She continued to survey the crowd, said hello to people, hummed songs quietly to herself, and glanced magazines with her pink-rimmed glasses that hung around her neck. She smiled and said hello to each child who walked into the office, and gently rearranged her shawl that sat delicately on her petite shoulders.
The receptionists were swamped, as they normally are the beginning of a New Year where everyone’s health insurance plans have changed; the line was taking a bit longer than it normally does.
I watched as the sweet woman struggled to get out of her chair, walked up to her son standing in line, and tried again: “Mike, here, let me take that umbrella for you so you don’t have to hold it while you wait in this line, I really don’t mind, son.”
I could tell this man was annoyed. He was annoyed by the line, he was annoyed, likely, by the fact that he had to stop his work day to pick up his mother and take her to the doctor, and that particular day, take her to the doctor in the middle of a thunderstorm.
He snapped back at her, just a little louder this time “Mom! I’ve got it, it’s fine! Just go sit down and relax.”
She slowly made her way back to her seat with the assistance of her walker and sat down. Her demeanor shifted and she sat quietly.
Within seconds, my doctor called my name and I went in for my appointment.
After my appointment, the entire way home I thought “Why couldn’t he have just given her the damn umbrella? All she wanted was to feel useful in that moment; her son was doing something for her by taking her to her appointment, and she just wanted to help her son in whatever small way she could- to her, that was holding the umbrella.”
However, that also got me thinking about the dynamic between my daughter and I. She’s always one to offer a hand.
“Here! I can help you mix that bowl, momma!”
“You need me to carry that bag of groceries for you!?”
In my normal hurried status, I usually decline because I know that her helping me will likely just slow me down.
Watching that man inadvertently shut his mother down, I learned something about myself-I figured out why I was so fascinated with their exchange: I do the very same thing with my own daughter. I am that hurried man in the waiting room with the umbrella and little patience.
With our little ones, it’s almost always easier to do things on our own.
I allowed my daughter to crack the eggs into the batter for a cake I was baking, which resulted in a cake riddled with shards of egg shells. Of course, I had no eggs left, or cake mix to make another.
She helped me carry in the groceries during our last shopping trip, and she placed a bag full of refrigerated items in the dining room- where I did not see them until the next morning. Thus, leaving us with no milk, nor any of the meat that I’d planned on using for dinners that week.
In both of those instances, I was annoyed. Just as that man in the waiting room with his mother, it would have been easier for me had I just done those things myself.
However, being a bystander in that situation at the doctor’s office allowed me to see that situation with a different lens. I saw the annoyance of the son, as he was likely late for work and this was an interruption to his day- which I really did understand when I looked at it that way.
Now, looking back at that elderly woman, his mother, and remembering the look on her face, in some weird way it reminded me of my daughter and the times that I’ve shut her down. Obviously, we don’t do these things to be mean or hurtful, we’re just always pressed for time, always thinking of what’s next on the docket; we are physically in a moment, but mentally we are already onto the next.
That incident in the waiting room taught me a couple things that day. Mainly, that I need to relax, slow down and allow my little one to step in and help- even if that means the end result is a bag of broken groceries, cupcakes laced with egg shells, or rotting meat in my living room. In actuality, those moments are the ways in which she not only learns, but they are time. Time that translates to missed opportunities to teach her something, time that evolves into a memory that not only she will remember, but me too.
So, the “umbrella lesson” is what I will remember this as. Every time I feel the need to hurry, I will think of the umbrella. I will let my daughter “hold the umbrella,” I will allow her to try all five samples of ice cream before she makes her choice at Baskin Robbins, because it isn’t about the ice cream, it isn’t about what we have to do next- it’s about the little moments that she will remember. The moments of her and I trying to paint a giraffe on her fingernails that take up no more than half a centimeter, trying to squeeze a blow up dinosaur in a tutu, or collecting sea weed on the beach so we can later successfully pull off her master “Sea Weed Prank” where we collect sea weed on the beach and secretly hide it under my husband’s pillow and I report his reaction back to her the next morning.
The Umbrella Lesson: I will slow down, listen more intently, and not rush- and not just for her, but for me too.
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What a good message! I have so much trouble with slowing down and allowing my boys to help or to do things by themselves even though I know it’s better for them. It’s just less messy, faster and easier if I do whatever it is myself. But again, I know it might be better for ME if I just do it but I know it’s better for THEM if I just let them. Thank you for the reminder to slow down!
Oh my goodness.. how amazing is this freaking post? It is so easy when you are on the outside looking in… until realizing we are guilty of the same things! I need to work on the umbrella lesson myself.. thanks for the wonderful reminder!
Great read! I am always hurrying everyone. I am not happy about it. Life is just so rushed and I there is never enough time. But you have to make that time (:
I SO needed to read this today. It (embarrassingly) reminds me on how I am with my own mom sometimes. She has done so much for me and I should NEVER be so preoccupied with my own “stuff” that I am short with her for no reason. Thanks for the reminder.
Ash – this is beautiful. I can honestly say that there have been many times when I’ve said “no” to Lucas because I knew it would slow me down or whatever I was doing wouldn’t “come out right.” After reading this and recognizing that sometimes it’s probably hurtful to him, since he KNOWS he can help, I am going to slow down and take advantage of those moments. Let him help me and appreciate it because we we know, they grow so fast and it’s little moments like these that mean the most! xoxox
Ashely, This is a beautiful article. Thank you. My mom is 90, I take her to the doctor and hospital often, she offers to help me with things, from now on I will smile, let her help, and thank you.
God I do the SAME thing. I’m always in a hurry and never slow down for them. Time to make the time. Love the umbrella lesson.
Oh how I could relate to this! I have thought before how I need to slow down and just let Eve help me. She’s beginning that phase where she wants to do so many things in a determined toddler way, but is still so young and tiny (and slow!). This was a good reminder for me that she just wants to be helpful in her own way and is learning about the world.