Once upon a time I stumbled out of bed, drove the kids to school super early, and made it to work on the opposite end of the city by 8:00 a.m. For several years, Kelsey and Tate attended school at two different campuses making the drive even crazier. On lunchroom duty days, or when there was a school meeting, I spent more time in the car than at home. All I seemed to do was drive, pray, and love.
Many mornings I walked into the bank not remembering the drive, in a dream state. I wished for a fairy godmother.
And suddenly one spring morning, Kelsey drove Tate. Ten minutes later (it seemed), Tate drove himself. Spelling, no longer a school subject, was magically replaced with debate or calculus or anything else, thank goodness. Besides, there was automatic spell check.
After years and years of driving to school, I stopped almost overnight, returning only for the occasional trip back for a band concert or graduation ceremony.And then the little prince and princess drove themselves away to college.
Recently I drove downtown in route to the airport, taking the same streets I maneuvered to school all those years. There was a time I thought it would never end, that I would not survive ONE MORE TRIP to school.
Now as I drive that route the memories are pleasant. I remember discussing field trips, harvest festival, drill team practice, boy scout meetings, homecoming dance, and yes, even reviewing spelling words while driving along Gaston Avenue.
The pain of the moment vanished, replaced only by an amazing end result. Similar to childbirth. At least for me….happily ever after.
Grace Grits and Gardening
Farm. Food. Garden. Life.
Right now I’m having amnesia and déjà vu at the same time. I think I’ve forgotten this before. – Steven Wright
Ricky Van Shelton, Keep it Between the Lines