Five down; one to go. That flashed across my mind as I walked up our driveway stacked with vehicles! And that sixth one knows all. She doesn’t even want a car ever because of how much she will be “made to do!” I am remembering sitting around a scrapbook table hearing a conversation about a service available to parents of teens to follow them and report anything questionable. We all agreed: who needs this when we’ve got the mom network?!? So I’m putting this out there…remember this Titan! Remember him if you see him on the road; remember him in prayer; remember this mom is counting on you remembering this Titan!
… what I remember is that drive home from the hospital with each child. How really regular it was for anyone sharing the road with us those days. Yet, not so regular for us. Does everyone know exactly what this car is carrying? Yesterday Keith asked if I wanted to just take our car from the lot we bought the Titan and meet them at home. No!?! I’m following you guys home. What was he thinking. For one, I’m not missing this moment, and for two, well, I cant miss it because, well…I am kind of just gonna say it: I was needed to join with his angels to help protect him from behind; if only for this one particular voyage! I can’t follow him every day everywhere. I already called on Him and y’all for that. And of course everyone wanted to ride in the old new truck; so, I not only could follow behind but also ‘prayer drive’ the entire way. (Like the back to school prayer walk only driving) I even got a couple of great shots at red lights! But as we drove, I looked around. People were just driving like it was another regular day. Driving their regular old way. Don’t they know it’s not a regular day?
The shot of the truck driving away numbs me. It is up there in my emotions as when they walk out that door for college. It’s just numbing. My world stops spinning. The moment is filled with a combination of trust and pride. Everyone explored the truck. Kevin drove Cole and Tiffany around the block. My favorite part of this exploring is the name they assigned the windows and locks. I heard Kevin say they are voice activated. Cole smiled and followed with, like my voice activated ones? His jeep has exactly the same locks and window roll downers! Hey, unlock that door. Or roll down that window! Yep. That voice activated…
He was ready to go to Jimmy Johns and fetch us dinner on his own. As we were walking up Cole said don’t let him go alone yet…maybe I’m not the only one struggling with letting go. Or perhaps it was the way Kevin finagled his way down the street barely missing lawn service men and their trailers! All I know is looking back I am glad I rode along to Jimmy Johns. He was backing out and had the slightest bit of contact with the vehicle parked next to us. Of which the owner was somewhere in one of the shops. So we waited. My prayers were already answered. The person was very understanding. We worked through it. Drove home. Kevin and Tiffany were tallying their accidents. Tiffany is possibly at seven. Kevin was like I’m at one and I’m done. Good one. Kevin, good one.