I spend a lot of time in my minivan driving four kids here and there, there and here. It’s one of the few places where I can actually think, sometimes. These are my thoughts, scribbled on napkins and receipts. A monthly look into raising kids and living in Lake County.
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For the last month every major road I take to school, including the one i live on has been under construction. I have always been appalled at how fast people drive down my street but now I am down right pissed. I’m considering investing in a large sign that says SLOW DOWN, with maybe the edition of some colorful woords. I have seen people speed around construction barriers and workers and take a turn so fast I thought they would tip their SUV right over. Just this morning on a (major) road that was two lanes at the time, I saw someone speed around in the pouring rain trying to get in front of someone else before the construction zone started.
Our children are not only at risk of being hit when this kind of driving is happening around their homes and schools they are learning that this type of driving is okay. They are learning from us when we mutter, complain and speed around someone, that this is how driving is. A recent study showed that teens are mimicking the way their parents drive if you think that your younger kids aren’t watching too don’t say a word the next time you are stuck in traffic or are cut off and see what your children do. A three-year old shouting “oh come on, just drive already” from the backseat may seem like cute parroting of an adult but it’s a lesson that they are internalizing.
Now I am not a perfect, or really a good driver. Years of commuting into the loop have made me too aggressive, impatient, and irritable about driving. I am however trying really hard to slow down our life in general and teach our children to be in the moment, be positive and to appreciate what we have. I am trying to remind myself and children that there is a blessing in a red light, even if we can’t always see it.
The way I like to frame it is like this: I can have 5 more minutes in the car relishing in the conversation and uninterrupted time with my children or I can stress, rush, and maybe get us somewhere 2-3 minutes earlier, hopefully in one piece. Last week I closed my toddlers hand in the minivan door,first off he’s fine and wasn’t badly hurt – luckily. However, that one minute of trying to do multiple things, get bags out of the front seat while closing the door, meant that instead of saving 2 minutes by doing two things at once, I lost hours. I had a sobbing child to console that moment, I had a doctors appointment and the driving back and forth to that, I have the consistent reminder and guilt of the moment as I clean out his wound. When you look at time that way, those two minutes saved aren’t worth it at all.
So slow down.
Stop rushing through life and traffic, in the end we all get where we need to be when we need to be there.
Chime in! Worst driving you’ve seen in awhile? Was it you (we won’t tell!)? Let’s chat in the comments, we’ll keep it friendly because we are all journeying and learning this parenting thing together.