For so many years I took for granted the peace and quiet of the car. My commutes to work were totally taken for granted. I miss traffic jams.
These days, one of my favorite daydreams is that I’m stuck in traffic all alone in my car for hours.
My friend Mackenzie has two (crazy adorable) girls the same ages as Miles and Asher. You wanna know what these girls do when they get in the car? Zonk. Every time. Asleep. Not a peep. See ya when we get there, mom. Nigh Night. Mackenzie sips her coffee and listens to her music and sometimes just aimlessly drives around in her own head space.
Yeah, so when Mackenzie calls from her cell just to chat cause she’s got all this free time in the car, I kind of want to reach through the phone and grab her face. (She knows this, so that wasn’t mean. She’ll even call and say she’s in the car, pause, and then say “I’m sorry.”)
The inside of OUR car on the other hand, is much like the inside of a dog kennel. And what I mean by that is that you have to imagine our family packed into one of those little cages for dogs. Maybe a labrador-sized kennel, but still a kennel. And then you have to imagine that everyone is touching and fussing and kicking. For room. Our car isn’t that big. And then you have to remember that Miles never ever ever stops talking. And you can’t forget that our boys never ever ever fall asleep in the car. Well okay, they do if they are totally exhausted beyond exhausted. Then they zonk for at least ten whole minutes. Only to wake up REAL grumptified.
And OH how Asher HATES the car. It just immediately makes him cry and fuss and throw his pacifier on the floor repeatedly and screech to see how loud he can screech. Good times.
(All of the sudden I’m thinking I’ve already pretty much posted this exact same post. I’m pretty sure. I’m not sure if I’m remembering that right, but I think it’s entirely possible that I’ve talked about the car a million times on this blog. Because the car is stressful. So please forgive me if I’m repeating myself but I must keep going for sanity’s sake.)
(I also realize that I’m totally whining and complaining. Which is annoying. I really have been trying to work on embracing the craziness of my days. Because I do love that life is full, never boring, and hardly ever lonely. Which is good. But that doesn’t mean that I can’t daydream about a silent car trip every once and awhile. The kind that allows me to….well, think. That would be kind of nice.)
I’m going to try to embrace sticky carseat straps, a never-ending list of questions from the backseat, and becoming Gumby while trying to reach the pacifier from the dirty floor for the zillionth time while not being able to hear anything but screeching. I really am going to embrace it. Like when my kids are grown. I’ll look back on time in the car with them and smile. I’m sure of it.
Because I’ll have those looking-back-over-the-years-rose-colored glasses I’ve talked about before. I’m pretty sure those glasses are one of God’s greatest gifts. Sticky and loud being remembered with smiles and laughter. Yeah, that’s grace.
Now excuse me, I have to go get back in the kennel with the other dogs. WOOF.