This is my garage door opener. It is clipped to the visor over the passenger seat, approximately 16 inches above my oldest daughter’s lap. My oldest daughter’s lap is where she rests her arms when she is in the car and not texting. How could this possibly be important? I’ll tell you why.
This morning I spent the first hour and a half of my day checking emails, organizing for work, getting three girls ready for camp and making a “special” lunch for my oldest daughter because, and I quote, “sandwiches are boring”.
After cleaning up the breakfast dishes, dragging down the laundry and “swiffering” juice droplets (?!) off the kitchen floor, I jumped in the car (sans shower) to drive my pre-teen to camp. Gymnastics camp. Gymnastics camp where she would spend the next 5 1/2 hours running, jumping, springing, hanging, spinning, flipping and strength training. In an effort to get her there on time, we walked out the garage door which would shave 45 seconds off our commute time since I wouldn’t have to look for the house keys and lock the front door.
As I settled into my car seat, I turned to my pre-teen and said, “Sweetheart, please close the garage door.” To this she replied “ugh”.
“Ugh” as she expressed it sounded like a combination of a grunt and sigh as if to say “How could you ask me to carry out such and arduous task?” Mind you, as I just mentioned, she is a gymnast with very nicely toned muscles which she uses to swing high off the ground, spring off vaults and propel across mats. I was not asking her to get out of the car and physically raise the garage door. I had no idea that asking her to raise her arm 16 inches and extend her index finger could be soooo challenging.
“Ugh?” I replied.
She looked at me, I looked at her, we both laughed and then she pushed the garage door button as I backed out of the driveway. We got to camp on time.