Taking the back seat

I won’t lie, my children have been my focus for nearly 21 years and I have no idea where the time went?!  I have a few more grey hairs, well, actually, maybe more than a few, as my colourist would confess.  With my oldest son away at university, it’s just me and my youngest at home.  Thankfully, the three of us have stayed connected with texting, emails and FaceTime, seriously, I don’t know how I would cope without this modern convenience.  The conversations vary from the ridiculous to the wow,  “you said that?!”  Most of the time, actually… a lot of the time I’m in awe of what comes out of their mouths,  kids these days, they’re so smart!  Perhaps I should give myself more credit for a job well done, being a parent can be a thankless job, with that, I hope to reap the rewards soon, if not already.

Each morning I’ll drive my younger son to school, it’s about a half hour commute (one way), both of us with our coffees and I choose the music….usually.  We mapped out the best possible route, there’s no deviating from this, it’s the fastest and easiest, this has been tested and discussed in great detail.

My son is graduating from high school and with only 3 months left, I’m facing yet another change in my life, it’s all good of course but you know the saying, “all good things must come to an end.”  In a blink of an eye, it went from babies in-car seats to grown men who know how to drive, if my car could talk, there would be some funny stories.  That said, I will miss our morning commutes and conversations, there were some real doozies, no topic was off-limits, solving world problems, or me going on about one thing or another, trying to get a yes or no out of a sleepy teen.  I’m clearly the chatty one,  I can’t stand silence in the car and my son is too polite to tell me to be quiet but for the most part, he is a willing participant.

There have been moments when I caught myself in full “Pepe la-pew,” mode, smothering, my son “Penelope Pussycat”, with questions and stories that I swear at one point he was staring out the passenger window, mouthing “HELP ME” to the cars next to us! LOL.

I’ve been the driver for many years and this is SO hard, the letting go part, I don’t want this moment to end. But it’s time, I believe my sons need their turn in the driver’s seat, literally and figuratively, paving the way to their own destiny, where ever that may take them.  It’s bittersweet… as a parent, you want to send your children into the world with a driving force, independence, knowledge, confidence and courage, I trust that I have taught them this. I can only hope their journeys will be filled with stories and adventures with an occasional drive-thru to the unknown.

As for me… I’m taking the back seat and watching what happens at the end of the journey, hoping that all roads lead to success with just a few potholes to keep it real.

ICOVET

LC

Life’s like a road that you travel on
When there’s one day here and the next day gone
Sometimes you bend, sometimes you stand
Sometimes you turn your back to the wind
There’s a world outside every darkened door
Where blues won’t haunt you anymore
Where the brave are free and lovers soar
Come ride with me to the distant shore
We won’t hesitate, break down the garden gate
There’s not much time left today

 

Tom Cochran

 

One thought on “Taking the back seat

  1. I’m in a similar position with my three boys. My oldest just left for school a month ago and my middle one leaves in August – both locations are plane rides away, so no quick surprise visits to be expected anytime soon LOL
    Then there is my youngest, in seventh grade, still my baby but growing up too fast. With all of the changes happening around us, I’m not sure if he thinks he’s won the lottery or the booby prize yet, only time will tell.

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