Over Easter break, my daughter-in-law, Lisa, and I took her youngest daughter, Eliza, to American Girl in NYC. To any of you who have never experienced it, the store is a little girl’s dream. Thousands of dolls dressed in haute couture are carefully arranged as though they were real children in the park, at a birthday party, or on a camping trip. One wouldn’t dare bring a little girl here just to “window shop”. Once a visit to this store is on your calendar, you have committed to purchasing an over-priced, yet impeccably dressed doll. While Eliza already had many American Girl dolls at home, she was excited to be getting a new one. Together, we spent an unusual amount of time reviewing all the new dolls and their personal stories, and selecting just the right one.
As if picking out a new doll weren’t enough of a treat, we had reservations for brunch at the American Girl cafe. While the decor is as you would expect, girly, very pink and sweet, the food is clearly an opportunity for improvement. What was spent on brunch could have fed many families in a struggling community. I am not sure why this organization known for its exquisite life-like dolls cannot make a decent pancake1 But they cannot, they just can not.
While waiting on-line for brunch outside the Cafe, I noticed a little girl clinging to her new American Girl doll, Gabrielle, one of my personal favorites. The child begged her mom for a second doll. Her mother explained that the child should be grateful for the one she was holding. But as children often do, the child opted to push her luck and hopefully wear her mother down. “Pleeeeze, pleeeeze mommy. Gabriella needs a friend to go home with! Who is Gabrielle going to play with? Why can’t I have two dolls? Pleeeeze, mommy!” While I was getting irritated by the whining, the mom was not at all rattled or influenced. Instead she offered in a very quiet voice,
“Slow your roll. Slow your roll.”
I had not heard that phrase before but it stuck with me. “Slow your roll.” In just three little softly spoken words, the mom said: “Stop your whining, it’s getting annoying”, “Stop carrying on and on”, “Enjoy your new Gabrielle doll”, “I said no and I meant no”. I liked what I heard…“Slow your roll.”
The phrase applies to me as well. I need to slow my roll sometimes. as my behavior can be out of control. For example, while shopping online I might stumble upon a new style of Tom’s, and begin ordering the same shoe in navy, white, and black. I need to slow my roll, order one pair, and test them out before ordering them in every possible color. When I am at the airport, once I locate my gate, I immediate go to Hudson News and get not one snack for the flight but two or sometimes three!
Still other times I worry about something, and I continue to go over and over it creating a much bigger scenario than actually exists…again, I need to slow my roll. Women with high SUCCESSTROGEN are not out of control with their shopping habits, behaviors, or their worries. While the American Girl organization should improve the quality of their brunch, more important, I need to slow my roll, be less reactive and less impulsive.
Just as I was about to tell the mom how much I liked the phrase, “slow your roll”, we were told that brunch was ready. While Eliza was excited I knew we were about to experience the worst and most unappealing pancakes on the face of the earth because I had gone with her older sisters years ago. But before I get carried away about just how awful and overpriced the brunch is, I think I will slow my roll and stop here.
Where are the opportunities for you to “slow your roll” in your life, so that you are less impulsive, make better and more informed, well thought out decisions ????