Business In The Front Seat, Party In The Back Seat
2 years, 1 month.
When our family is travelling anywhere, whether it’s a 20 minute drive into the next neighborhood of Nashville or a 2 hour drive across the Tennessee state line, I know my role: I am the civilized chauffeur.
You and Mommy, on the other hand, well, that’s a whole different story.
While I’m in my own peaceful world in the driver’s seat, semi-sedated in a serene trance thanks to the likes of Fountain of Wayne’s Hackensack, there’s a party going on in the back.
There you are, with your black sunglasses with skulls, in the midst of doing a photo shoot for the linear notes of your next rock album.
As for Mommy, she’s only encouraging the total Gangnam style, complete with good times and tomfoolery.
I learn so much of what really goes on in our family by looking through the pictures on the camera, days after the pictures are taken.
It’s rare that Mommy drives while I’m in the backseat with you; the main reason being I want to give Mommy a chance to have fun with you and not worry about having to concentrate on something serious.
Obviously, it works- as you can see in this picture which she is not aware I am making public.
I’ve never thought about it until now, but it’s usually the other way around.
Usually it’s me chasing you around the house like I’m a rabies-infected jaguar while Mommy is busy doing the important stuff, like cooking dinner.
But when it comes to the family drive, I’m the serious one and Mommy is the one who gets to tickle and tease you.
I suppose, by default, Mommy and I have learned to take turns when it comes to who is playing the business role and who is hosting the party with you.
Seldom are the times where we all three get to all be loud goofballs together, or just as important, when we all three get to chill out on the couch watching Mater’s Tall Tales; which is your new favorite obsession on Netflix.
Just like the importance of budgeting our money, it’s very important that we budget quality time together as a family.
Mommy and I value our time with you: We are aware of all the cliches that “they grow up too fast.”
With that in my mind, we as your 31 year-old parents regularly remind ourselves the importance of not acting like grown-ups with you, all the time.
We like pretending to be a kid, like you. It’s a good perspective.