Life has changed so very much in the last couple of years... but never more so than in the last couple of months.
Change is not something I deal with well... ever.
Just a short 10 years ago, I was starting my very own Pampered Chef business... excited about the possibilities... being my own boss... making my own money, while still being home with my three precious wee ones.
Back then, we could pick up and go anytime we pleased...
Any time Bill had to travel for business, we all just packed up and tagged along.
It was wonderful.
Those days are gone.
Now everything is put on hold for football, soccer, baseball season...
I'm not complaining... I actually do love it... and I don't even mind all the chauffering I do...
it's just all coming to an end so quickly.
William starts his drivers Ed soon. Soon he'll be autonomous. Soon he'll be making even more decisions for himself. Soon... he won't need me as much as he does now.
Soon, very soon, he'll be in traffic, swerving out of harm's way, rushing in and out of places,
applying to colleges, taking SAT's, dating (ugh!), and becoming even more of a man than he already is.
It's so heartbreaking... and so exciting at the same time.
How did my parent's do it?
How did they let go?
How did they just let me drive all over the place... in such a small car?
How did they let me out of their sight for more than a few minutes?
How am I going to do the same thing with my sons?
I am having such a hard time with all of this change.
Bill went up to his Dad's house today, to take a look at, and assess the 1965 Ford Galaxy we are going to restore for William for his 16th Birthday. Bill traded a 1991 Ford convertible for it about 8 years ago... and I can't believe it's already time to get it restored and cherried out him to DRIVE!
We don't ever want our kids driving small, economy cars. Only trucks and older FULL METAL beasts for my precious boys. I don't care how much gas it guzzles... as long as they win in a car crash... I'm happy.
This thing is a full 17 feet 4 inches long.
It is all chrome bumpers and fenders.
We are going to change out the steering column for one with an airbag, and add a shoulder harness for the seat belt.
The trunk is big enough to smuggle 6-8 full adults into the drive in movies... or the equivalent of 4 groceries store trips...
Bill is so excited.
I am too... sorta.
I would much rather my boys drove tanks to school, at least until I am dead... so they could never be hurt.
I am the most selfish Mama on earth.
We bring the beast home next week, and the work on it starts soon.
I love old cars.
They are made of all metal...
I feel they are safer than anything made these days.
I don't understand parents buying teeny tiny cars for their kids.
It's like buying them a tin can.
Just my opinion.
Gas is a small price to pay for safety.
People pay 10 times more for water bottles than anyone does for gas... gallon for gallon.
Cars mean freedom.