As a kid my mom drove me EVERYWHERE. And, sometimes nowhere… we liked music and if a good song was on (i.e. Sk8r Boi, Bye Bye Bye, anything by Nelly…), why on earth would we pull into the driveway to interrupt it??? Until now I never realized how many hours my mom probably spent chauffeuring us around as kids.
As my oldest has been in preschool a little over a year now I feel like all I do is haul tiny tushes somewhere. He’s four. Why do I feel like I’m running around like a crazy person when he’s only four?! Now, don’t get me wrong, I am more than happy to take him to and from preschool, to grandma’s while I work, to soccer, to tee ball, to church activities, but dang. Four. Years. Old. What will this be like when he’s… I don’t know 14?
I dropped him off at preschool one day, pulled into our driveway and into our garage, and sat there for a moment in the silence (other than the sound of raspberries our youngest had been blowing continually the entire way home) and looked around my car. I had a real life smell the roses moment.
I realized how much rushing I do every day. I rush to get our youngest up and fed, rush to get them both dressed and ready, rush to get our oldest to school or to my parents’ house while I’m at work, rush to a sport, rush to church, or rush to wherever we happen to be going, but what do I do while we’re IN the car? I remember having conversations with my parents in the car, listening to music, and sometimes just driving around just because. I take the little things for granted most of the time like actually being able to afford a car to rush around in. My car is dirty, dusty, has more Cheerios crushed on the floor and stored in the booster seat than I can count, has extra diapers, wipes, and formula stored in front of the carseat, a giant stroller taking up the whole cargo space, lawn chairs for soccer or tee ball taking up the remaining space of the cargo, a soccer ball, some snacks in the seat back, and more than likely a Starbucks straw wrapper or two somewhere in the front.
I looked around at the dust, clutter, and the sweet little baby in the back seat and thought to myself about how lucky I really am. We have a car. We have extra diapers, formula, and wipes to keep in the car. We have a stroller and chairs to clutter up the cargo area. Heck, we have a cargo area. We live in a community where we can safely take our child to play soccer and tee ball and to an amazing, loving church.
In my messy, dusty car I realized how little I thank God for the simple things and look around and soak it all in. Sometimes it’s great to appreciate the fact that we have things to be messy or days to be hectic. So moms, enjoy your messy car sanctuary. It’s proof that you drive your kids to and from activities they love, to and from families that love them, and to and from making memories together-even if it’s messy and chaotic. Rock that messy car, momma. It shows you love your family and spend time with them. Time goes too fast-embrace it.
By the way… the day after I wrote this my husband cleaned out the ENTIRE car. How’d he know?! I must’ve been sending out dirty car vibes 😉