|Sheridan at Grace|
It’s a bit of a pain to be on call for these repetitive jaunts. But, I have to admit, there is a part of me that will miss it when the last of the brood is licensed. It’s a rare thing to be needed these days, and quite nice for this veteran mom. I’ll miss their company on the road, and especially miss our conversations. Don’t know what it is about a car that loosens their tongues, but we’ve had some of our very best talks during these rides. Perhaps it’s the fact that I’m not looking at them (safety first!) that frees them up to share more than usual. It was in the car that I have heard about teacher troubles, secret crushes and so much more. And it’s even better when driving a group of their friends! I am instantly rendered invisible as they babble on, seemingly unaware of me at all. But there I am, a fly on the steering wheel, so to speak, and what I’ve heard! Let’s just say I feel well equipped to pen an Upper Dublin tell-all (and I do mean ALL) book.
|My home away from home|
I’ll enjoy the peace and quiet.