Falling asleep at the wheel has few advantages. I can drive twenty minutes, and on a good day forty five minutes, before sleep starts creeping into my eyes. The only way I know that I am falling asleep at the wheel, is that my knees start to shake.
I beat you want to drive with me?
Sacha offered to be my chauffeur today, the only advantage of falling asleep at the wheel is having chauffeurs. Isn't it true that some of the best conversations are had in cars? A confessional of sorts. Not that Sacha had any sins to confess, or I had any I wanted to share. No, it was the simple pleasure of being one on one, intimate and endearing. We had some good laughs.
___________ A Story: 1996, Sacha and the Middle with Jesus __________________
"Sacha it is my turn to sit in the middle!" Chelsea hopelessly said to her brother. "Mommy, tell Sacha to move, it is not fair he ALWAYS sits in the middle."
In France children were not allowed to ride in the front seat of the car, until they were 14 or reached a certain height. The car battle zone was the middle seat, in which there was a straight-shot view out the front window. Having two children engaged me in peace talks each journey.
Sacha was a mastermind at claiming the strategic spot: He would either pitch a royal fit, or scream bloody murder. It worked. Chelsea and I let him have his way in order to have peace of mind. Peace talks seldom went pass the first word!
This day was an exception to that rule.
Dropping the bomb I said, "Sacha you need to share, it is Chelsea's turn. Please move."
He went ballistic. Oh how he could be dynamite! Sometimes NATO doesn't agree, single agent Sacha
stood sat for what he wanted against the odds.
"Sacha I am not in the mood for this behavior, either you move, or I will move you." Threatening wasn't my style unless facing a four year old with his red hot temper and a six year old who should have won a noble peace prize-- or at least a middle seat once in awhile.
As we drove off in our new positions, Sacha looked at me in the rear view mirror, "Mommy, I don't think Jesus would have responded in the same way. He would (have) hugged me and told me to have the middle."
With the force short of a miracle I didn't laugh, "Sacha, did you act like Jesus?"
"Oh! I didn't think about that."
And now the wheels are turned. Oh that Boy-Boy when did he became such a gentleman?
The battle zone is no longer a screaming child, but my inner child longing for the freedom to drive wherever my heart desires.
Can you drive for hours on end?