"When we had our children, our ideas changed somewhat. Thenceforward we lived only for them; they made all our happiness and we would never have found it save in them. In fact, nothing any longer cost us anything; the world was no longer a burden to us. As for me, my children were my great compensation, so that I wished to have many in order to bring them up for Heaven" -- Saint Zelie Martin, mother of St. Therese of Lisieux, canonized October 18, 2015 along with her husband St. Louis Martin.

Tuesday, January 30, 2018

Giving Rides

I'm just going to pretend I've been blogging regularly and jump right in with a story from something that happened this month: I took Arwen out on a practice drive, because she needs some 30 hours of driving logged to get her license.  We made it to the grocery store and were headed home.  As we pulled out of the parking lot Arwen looked to the left and pulled out making a right turn onto the street.  


 In theory, all was fine.  In reality, she had looked left from the stop sign at the exit to the parking lot. The stop sign was placed before the sidewalk.  So, once we were in motion from the stop sign, there were probably 8 feet to the actual road.  Having glanced left from so far back, I anticipated a pause at the actual street to look FAR left and confirm that there were indeed no oncoming cars.


Now, there were no oncoming cars.  But I was very surprised at the lack of pause and lack of clear view before gunning it onto the street.  These are things that sort of take you by surprise when you are teaching your first child to drive.  So, I tried to explain this to Arwen, quickly and earnestly, which came across as....angry yelling.

"If you want a ride Just ask us"

Arwen was confused, because she HAD looked, and indeed, there were no cars.  But I was adamant about driving this lesson home (no pun intended.)  So, my voice grew more...earnest.  Poor Arwen was now stressed, and still driving, now, through a red light!  "STOP!!! RED LIGHT!!" I screamed, well past the white line.


Arwen screeched to a halt.  It was at train tracks.  And Arwen thought we were going to be hit by a train.  She pretty much had a panic attack and made it home, refusing to let me speak and refusing to ever drive again.  Yes, I had scarred my child for life.


Luckily we have a close and loving relationship.  Luckily I realized that I totally played a role in the very difficult, um, driving lesson that afternoon.  We spoke at length about every detail of that drive.  And then we devised a new plan.  We would start from scratch, first in parking lots, then on quiet back roads.  We'd work our way up as if starting from zero and we wouldn't attempt intersections or tricky driving situations until we were VERY ready for them.  


Legolas and Bilbo were offering "rides" the other afternoon.  Piggy back rides.  I think that those are much more my speed!

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