This One's For MJ

The response I usually get when my children find out that I've blogged about them is a sigh accompanied by an eye roll.  They can also determine when the wheels are turning in my head when something is happening and I get the warning "this better not go on fb."  I usually say something like "don't worry, I won't put it there, but you know it's going on my blog."  They pretend not to like it because I always catch them going through the printed years remembering and laughing with each other.  I try not to make moments non-authentic by casting a shadow over them with post-ability.  I also never want my kids to stop talking to me or sharing moments with me because they are afraid of where they will end up.  I pick my moments specifically and sparsely for this reason.  Believe it or not, I keep a lot to myself and my family.  

So, I was a bit taken aback when I got a request from Emma last night.  Actually, I know the motives behind it, but still.  She wanted me to capture her horror of being in the car while her brother was driving and put it on my blog.  So, here it is. Documented for all time!  Don't worry, your brother will have something on you later to document for all time.  :0)  

It was actually a great experience for her to ride along and experience a bit of what it is I go through trying to teach these kids to drive.  She was feeling my pain.  She got to feel for herself how fragile life feels when you are helpless to the skills of an inexperienced driver who is behind the wheel of a death machine.  She also had to learn the art of not being a back seat driver.  Her promise to "not say anything, but I will be making gasping noises," didn't last long when 2 seconds later she started giving warning and advice.  lol She later said "wow, when you are learning to drive and Mom is telling you that your wheel handling needs work, it's true!  It doesn't feel that bad when you're the one driving. I'm scared for my life."

My Jared is a debater.  He debates everything.  Debating my warnings of death and advice on the road…. a non-debatable subject!  I was trying to speak a language that he could understand.  We love watching the cooking shows together.  The master chef of the kitchen always gets respect - his rightness or wrongness of any situation is a mute point because the answer always is - "yes chef."  I told him that was the rules of the car.  His answer to everything I said was to be "yes chef - or yes Mom", whichever he preferred.  "But. But. But…"  But nothing!

I still contend that I am not "yelling" when giving orders or direction.  I am giving quick words to be acted upon quickly to save us from death or causing the maiming or death of another!

Good times! :0)