One of my favorite things to do is driving. Weather its a quick run to the store, picking and dropping off my son at school, or for absolutely no reason at all.
My usual driving routine begins with checking everyone has their seat belts on; which most of the time involves me yelling or bargaining to get the kids to hurry up. After that I choose what I’m going to listen to and crank the volume to drowned out the numerous questions floating from the back seat. But every so often I keep the music off and listen to my children’s conversations.
They vary from “Landen, That was NOT very nice’, “Mom I’m SOO HUNGRY”, “Ooo Ooo I CANT HOLD IT, POTTY!!” to “I love you mom, your so beautiful” The latter is my favorite of course.
From time to time I find myself tilting my rear view mirror up to disguise my uncontrollable laughter. I absolutely LOVE my children’s take on life.
This morning, driving home from dropping Landen off at school, Vienna asks ” Mom, what does Ridiculous mean?”
I replied ” Silly, or absurd…Bizarre”
“Well..” She continued on in a very sassy tone. ” My Nails look Ridiculous! REEEEDDDIIICKULOOOUS!!”
I found myself bursting out into an uncontrollable fit of laughter to which she replied “Its really not funny MOM”
When did she become a teenager?
Other conversations have included what they want to be when they grow up. My favorite was Vienna’s choice of being a “Rainbow Catcher” and Landen at one point wanted to be a big fat bear.
I am beginning to think that where I teach my kids the most is in the car. Explaining words that are way to advanced for their vocabulary, what traffic lights mean, why we should respect others, and of course to NOT copy mommy when she yells “Your an IDIOT” at other drivers. Many occasions we have discussed feelings, worries they may have, and problems or achievements at school. The most difficult conversation I have ever had with my son was in the car.
The topic of death, heaven and what happens when you die. I have never cried so hard watching my son cover his face to hide his tears after asking me when will his grandparents pass away.
My car is so much more than transportation. Its a school, a place to learn life’s lessons, and best of all a comedy club. I hope my kids remember our conversations when they grow up, and if they don’t… They will have a blog to read all about it!
Till my next post…
xo -Alyssa