J1 drives himself many more miles than usual through the afternoon gridlock to attend a rock concert. i wait a long time to find that he finally makes it there in a journey that lasts an hour longer than google maps says it does.
i want to tell the anxious mothers of little tots to ration their apprehension. developmental milestones playground heartaches and school performance are all rather tame in the face of a maturing frontal lobe driving potentially lethal machines over progressively longer distances. patience, i want to say. this will pass, and in time you will need to draw ever more deeply from a well of courage and faith you do not now imagine you have.
i foresee tonight is going to be lengthy.
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