I know I haven’t blogged in a while, and really it’s because nothing has happened.
Well, except for the fact I am slowly (but surely) turning into my mother.
Now, there are many, many way I wish I were like my mother. I wish I could automatically put other people before myself. I wish I had confidence in God’s all-sustaining power. I wish I thought it was fun to clean the bathroom. But, I am still woefully lacking in those areas.
No, instead I am becoming a nervous driver.
While I was never a fan of merging or highway driving, I happily forged ahead in the wind, rain, sleet, and snow. I drove slowly but joyously, crooning along to my favorite country music.
After my accident, I became more aware of what could happen. I can’t tell you how many nightmares I’ve had of my car careening off the road (again) and crashing into buildings, people, and semi-trucks. My dreams have even changed with the seasons, as my latest nightmare car crash happened on snow covered hills!
My newfound nervousness has also slipped into my relationship with my husband.
Now, Brett is a good driver. He had driven us through many a snowstorm, heavy downpour, and over ice-slicked roads with steady aplomb. But now I find myself clutching the side of my seat and repeatedly reminding him to slow down.
This last time, as we were driving home from church last night, he turned slowly to me and said, “I AM slowing down, Juliet!”
He caught me off guard, and I started laughing as I remembered my dad saying the exact same words to my mom while he was driving.
Oh, I am becoming my mother.
We can only hope the rest of the good stuff will follow.