Parenting is like driving.
Some days you cruise along the highway, elbow out in the sun, and your singing sounds much better than what’s coming out of the speakers.
Other days you feel like you are barely in control of a 2-ton truck as you careen along the winding roads on the side of a mountain and Indiana Jones is hanging off the front giving you a look that you know means bad news.
Most days are somewhere in-between.
I write this as my car is being inspected—always a time of reflection.
At the end of the day I do realize how fortunate I am—where I live, the quality of my life and living conditions—but if there were any drastic upheavals in my life, as long as my family is together I know I’ll be okay.
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