I am not bound for any public place, but for ground of my own where I have planted vines and orchard trees, and in the heat of the day climbed up into the healing shadow of the woods. Better than any argument is to rise at dawn and pick dew-wet red berries in a cup. ~Wendell Berry
Wednesday, February 29, 2012
Not At My Best
I don't know if it because there are two of them this time,
or because they are my babies,
or because I have high deductible insurance,
or because I am too old for this,
but teaching the twins to drive
has been an unpleasant experience all around.
Maybe it was the driving in circles in parking lots
that started it off bad.
I am very prone to car sickness.
Yes, that must have been it.
Maybe it was the leg cramps from
constantly pushing on the
imaginary brake pedal on
the passengers side.
Yes, that too.
Maybe it was just the fact that I was
in the passengers seat, where I never ride,
that I could swear we were going to hit every curb.
Maybe it was because I couldn't build their
confidence, when I needed them to build it in me.
And I couldn't afford the $700 to have someone else teach them.
I thought it bizarre that I should be teaching them to drive.
They could be hurt or killed by driving.
It goes against all parenting instincts.
It has been hard.
Harder than we thought it would be.
But we are getting there.
We have left the parking lots
and ventured into traffic.
We have ran yellow, then red lights.
We have confused the brake with the gas.
We have driven too slow and too fast.
But we have driven.
The nausea has subsided,
the mistakes have been lucky misses,
the confidence is building
and we are driving.
And that is huge.
Did I mention it is winter?
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