|Harrison looking right at home behind the wheel
of Grandpa’s prized possession: The Charger
This weekend past, I made good with my 2011 motto of getting comfortable with being uncomfortable, and tackled one of my long held fears face on: driving a long distance – solo. (Unless the cranky kid in the back seat counts as a passenger. Unfortunately though he was anything but helpful).
|Next challenge – Dad’s motorbike???|
But what I have learned from this personally momentous automobile achievement this weekend is that I am actually capable of much more than I give myself credit for. And that parenting essentially makes you well prepared to be an excellent driver. They are so similar in execution – so many things to concentrate on at once, eyes constantly in roaming mode, not able to miss a single thing. So while I am not sticking my hand in the air to volunteer to do it again anytime soon, at least I’ll sleep a little easier in the lead up next time around – as long as Ms Daisy seated behind me sees fit to stop his backseat driving…