Wednesday, May 9, 2012
In Outliers, Malcolm Gladwell makes the point that to become world class successful at something, you need to practice for at least 10,000 hours.
That's a lot of hours.
I thought about motherhood though. If I only count 8 hours a day (and that's a low count, I think, especially some of those years), on Braeden's last birthday, I had practiced being a mother for 43,800 hours.
It seems like I would be better at it.
I make mistakes, I say the wrong thing, I forget things, I let things slide that I shouldn't, I get too caught up in things that don't matter.
Why aren't I world class successful yet? (Maybe because the subjects I am practicing motherhood on keep growing and changing? Imagine if the piano got bigger and more opinionated every day.)
A day last week, Emma was at the orthodontist. Mark and I went to Central Market. I decided to buy Emma a treat (she was at the orthodontist after all). She likes Cascade Ice. I was perusing the flavors--there were about ten choices. "What would Emma like?" I asked Mark. He didn't care. He wanted gummy worms from the bulk candy bins in the back of the store. I landed on raspberry lemonade. I decided that was what Emma would most prefer.
When I picked her up and she showed me that she now has to wear rubber bands stretched between her top and bottom teeth, I decided yes, it was a good day for a treat.
I asked her, "If you were to get a Cascade Ice, what flavor would you want?"
She thought for a minute. "I think raspberry lemonade."
"That's what I got you!" I was excited. Small victories are victories just the same.
When we got to the van and I handed her the drink, she marveled that I had known the kind she would like. She said, "How did you know this was my favorite? You're like a ninja."
Well, I have had a lot of practice.