Recently in Utah, like many places across the United States, we have seen some magnificent storms roll in. Last week, as the storms began to wane, I heard a radio report indicating that we had received as much snow in the month as we normally receive throughout the entire winter season and then some. Along with the snow came shoveling, an activity which I have come to dread.
On one particular night, my youngest son shoveled prior to my coming home and then together we shoveled again. Shortly after that, the plow came along our street and deposited a small snow berm between our driveway and the street. It was late, so my son and I looked at it, mentioned how glad we were that it wasn’t as deep as it could have been, and went to bed.
The next day, instead of digging up the berm, we just drove over it, packing it down and turning previously light and fluffy snow into hard pack. over several days, this hard pack turned into a sheet of ice. It was then that I realized that I had made an error, and I enlisted my son’s help in correcting the problem.
We took our two sturdiest shovels and some snow melt crystals and went to work. And bone jarring work it was. I took time to teach him the best techniques to break apart the ice sheet, now several inches thick. The chunks broke apart in a somewhat satisfying display of manliness and brute strength. After nearly an hour, with the ice diminished but not completely gone, we halted our work for lunch.
Now, several days later, I can’t help but think how much that experience is like so many other things in life. I often find myself looking at tasks that seem easy, so easy that I put them off for later, only to realize that the best time to have taken care of them was immediately. When postponed, easy tasks somehow become harder, more challenging, often needlessly so. By postponing 15 minutes of easy work for another time, we sometimes make for ourselves hours of backbreaking work at another.
In physical tasks this is easy to see, but it is also true in relationships. A word of comfort or an apology postponed because it feels awkward may wind up inadvertently communicating disdain or indifference. And then, the chance to offer support in the future may be summarily rebuffed or ignored.
I don’t know what my son is learning from this little exercise. I am learning two things. The first is that the best time to take care of a problem to advantage of an opportunity is earlier rather than later. The second is the importance of really good ice melt.