I read somewhere recently that when Napoleon was in a rush, he would tell his attendants to “dress me slowly for I am in a hurry!”
That’s good advice for me to remember at this time of year. I’m getting busier and busier, and time is getting more and more precious. Around this time last year, it was a beautiful day, and I wanted to hurry up and get some boats cut before I took my son to the park. And he was mad that I wanted to work at all. I turned on the bandsaw, and it was covered with wood dust so I swiped my hand over it to get rid of the mess that was irritating me. And I swiped my middle finger right into the blade.
Oh Shit! I ran upstairs for a rag to wrap it in, and ran to my neighbor’s house–my son going, what’s wrong? what’s wrong? I banged on her door and fortunately someone was home. I didn’t have a car at the time, so I showed her my finger and asked her if she would take me to the hospital. Her eyes got big and she said, “let me get my keys.”
The whole ride to the hospital, I going, “HOW could I have been so STUPID!?” Over and over again in my head. Sure it hurt, but all I could think about was how long I was going to be out of work. I went to the emergency room–a painful thing in it’s own right for someone that doesn’t have insurance. Then of course they made me wait, and I’m light headed and woozy and seeing black spots in front of my eyes.
X-rays showed that I had cut into the bone. The doctor explained that this was like fracturing my finger on top of the incision. Like I really needed any more pain.
I took the pain pills for a couple of days, but they made me feel weird, so I gave them up. I got back to work after about 3 days, but it took forever to heal. I spent all of my Christmas toymaking season last year holding my sander/holding down my wood/carrying wood with my other four fingers, with my middle finger stuck in the air. A big middle finger to hurrying I say.
Now when I am in a hurry, I remember to go slowly. I take a step back from the tool that wants to eat my fingers, take a deep breath, and consciously slow down. Focus on being aware of the blade and my hands.
This is a good thing to remember with my son too. When you try to hurry kids, they tend to dig in their heels and sloooowww down. Especially if you do it too often. I am trying to cut down on the things that make me hurry on a regular basis–mostly on my last minute post office runs. I hate having to hurry, and I really hate trying to hurry a child.
Something that helps me be a better parent is seeing other parents doing things that I find offensive. Then I try to remember how rude that looks next time I feel like doing that particular thing. In this instance, I hate it when parents snap at their little kids to “hurry up!” But everybody does it! It just jumps out of your mouth before you can stop it.
Sometimes it helps me to get outside of myself, and pretend someone is watching me. Would I behave this way to my child if I was paying attention to the words coming out of my mouth?
Hurrying is poisonous. It’s stressful. It creates a rift between ourselves and our children. And it doesn’t even help. How much faster can you do what you have to do? And if you cause a fight, then it’ll take even longer! Be patient.
Okay library story time is over, and so is this post. What do you do to avoid hurrying?