When I get a new haircut or a new outfit, I'm expecting some
compliments. I don't have to fish for them. They come naturally. It's all very
nice. But I'm not surprised by any of it.
Today, I'm writing about the times that are unexpected. Most
of what I'm referring to has taken place over time at my husband's family's
country house.
When people live in NYC, if they are fortunate, blessed,
hard working, wealthy, lucky or some combination, they might have a second
residence that is not in the city. This second residence is out in the middle
of nature. It is called a country house.
Friends of mine who are not members of my husband's family
like to point out that husband's family's
country house is quite a mouthful. They'll ask me what I'm doing over the
weekend. If they are a new friend, I'll explain that my husband's family has a
place in the country. If they are an old friend, I'll just say we are going to
the country.
Some people ask why I don't just say our country house. That
would simplify things. Yes, I’ve been visiting this country house since I was
19 years old. I am now aged 52. You may do the math.
I like to say husband's family's country house because it
feels more accurate. This is not my
country house.
When it comes to our two-bedroom apartment, otherwise known
as our primary residence I take full ownership in conversation by calling it
our apartment.
When it comes to the country house, I like to maintain a
little distance with it. A little distance between this country house and
myself is a good thing. This is true even while I am physically present at the
country house.
Last Christmas, our nuclear family spent Christmas at the
country house. Members of Jeremy's extended family spent the actual holiday
with members of their extended family who are not members of our extended
family. Then after spending a few days with these other family members,
Jeremy's extended family came to the country house.
Several hours before they were due to arrive, it was time
for us to prepare. This preparation was a multi-tiered process.
First, my teenagers had to vacate the rooms they were
staying in and move to different rooms. We had managed to spread ourselves out
quite nicely when we had the country house to ourselves. It was now time to
consolidate our family into a different configuration.
First, we had to wake the teenagers up. Then the teenagers
had to physically leave their respective rooms. The teenager’s belongings, which
were strewn about each room had to be taken to the new quarters.
Once this was accomplished and the teenagers were either
skiing or gaming, it was time for me to do my thing.
When teenagers have occupied a room for several days, there
are certain niceties that I like to extend to the next extended family members
who occupy the rooms. This involves some work because when teenagers settle
into a room, they really settle in.
I do some dusting and straightening. I change the sheets and
launder the sheets. When I am finished with that, I will clean and disinfect
the bathrooms adjacent to the rooms the teens have been occupying.
The teenagers have been neat and respectful in the bathrooms,
but much primping, hair brushing and bathing goes on in there.
You may ask me why the teenagers are not doing this
themselves. That is a fair question. Quite frankly, I'd rather they ski, game,
or do their holiday break homework packets. I'd rather they go on Tumblr, watch
Buzzfeed, or sleep in their new quarters.
The reason for this is selfish. I need some peace and quiet.
I need a bit of me time. I need the peace and quiet that I normally experience
when my children are at school. I need to create a sort of peace and quiet bank
for when extended families come to the country house. I save up the peace and
quiet for later. I accomplish this peace and quiet by cleaning areas of the
country house my children have occupied.
The next morning I greeted extended family members who
arrived in the wee hours the night before. I was bustling about the dining
area, facilitating breakfast for the teenagers.
My sister in law, who is also a friend of mine, made a
general inquiry to the extended family members who had gathered and began to
occupy the dining area. She wanted to know who made up the beds upstairs.
I indicated that I made the beds. She and her husband, my
brother in law, exchanged what I took to be positive, married people-type
knowing glances. Then my sister in law extended some unexpected and spontaneous
appreciation.
She told me that my bed making made the bed exceedingly comfortable. Additionally,
my brother in law added that it was quite cozy.
I have already mentioned that I had made these beds for
selfish reasons. But the fact that two people were very positive about it and
thought to mention it made the entire activity a win-win.
Months later, I sometimes still think about the unexpected
compliments and feel warmly toward these individuals.
During a different visit to the country house, I was
engaging in another selfish activity. I was occupying a large portion of the
floor in one of the common areas and monopolizing the TV. I was using this
television to broadcast Energy Flow,
one of my exercise DVDs.
I had already apologized in advance for the peaceful and
meditative music coming from the DVD. I commenced moving this way and that.
It's mostly yoga with some hybrid Pilates mixed in.
As I endeavored to strengthen my core and enhance my
flexibility my brother in law walked into the room. This is a different brother
in law from the one I mentioned earlier. This brother in law is a physical therapist.
The Physical Therapist said something very softly almost to
himself, as if not to disturb me. I don't remember precisely what it was. I can
tell you that is was complimentary about my workout. He did not stay very long
as he was primarily using the room as a thoroughfare rather than occupying it.
A compliment is always appreciated no matter who gives it to
you. However, there are some compliments that hold more weight because of the
person giving it and what their specialty is.
Having a Physical Therapist who is also fit compliment your
workout is one such time. I compare it to this. Say I am PTA Secretary like I
was one year while my kids were in elementary school. Then imagine Barack Obama
making a surprise visit to Hamilton Heights School. He watches the proceedings.
Then when it's almost over, he compliments me on my leadership skills.
Sometimes I'll be working out and inwardly complaining that
I wish the workout was over. Some days take more discipline than others getting
started. That’s when the offhand words of the physical therapist/brother in law
pop into my head. Then I have a little extra to give to the current workout. I
also feel warmly toward this individual.
There have been many such times. Here is one other time that
really sticks out. This compliment was from a complete stranger.
It was the day after we had returned to our primary
residence from the country house. I had just finished some cardio on the
treadmill. I was on the floor doing some stretches.
One of the compliments I give myself frequently is about my
flexibility. Because I value my flexibility, I take care of it by stretching.
The doorbell rang. Jeremy opened the door for the FedEx man.
As Jeremy signed for the package, the fit FedEx man noticed our treadmill. He
noticed me stretching in front of it. He accurately put two and two together.
First he said that it was nice to see people who really use the treadmill. Jeremy said
that we also utilize the treadmill for drying clothes but only when we are not
exercising on it.
The fit FedEx man then began a short conversation with me
about working out. I felt complimented because it was a serious workout
conversation initiated by someone who obviously works out a lot where he was
assuming I work out a lot. It implied that he thought of me as another fit
individual. I am not as fit as him. But he thought he and I were in the same
general category.
It was a very pleasant exchange.
If we still had our treadmill I'd say that I think of this
spontaneous encouragement every time I use it. But we got rid of it due to
space issues during our apartment renovation. But I still do think about it at
random times.
When I see something complimentary about another person, I
don't hold it in. I give out the compliment. It's not just getting
encouragement that makes me feel warmly. Giving it out also makes me feel
warmly toward that person. Much more warmly than if I didn't say anything.
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