Backseat Conversations

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On our way back from church Sunday morning, I looked back to see Elena reading her bible.

How sweet, I thought, and turned my attention back toward the road.

Then she says, “Mama, what is semen?”

Thinking I surely had not heard correctly, I asked her to repeat it.

Which she did.

So still hoping against hope she was just mispronouncing something else, I asked her to read the sentence to me.

And straight out of Genesis, Elena read the following verse.

May you be blessed by it as we were.

But Onan knew that the offspring would not be his. So whenever he went in to his brother’s wife he would waste the semen on the ground, so as not to give offspring to his brother.  Genesis 38:9

As you can imagine, this required some explanation on our part.

And here I’ve been worried about what they might see on the Disney channel.  When all along I should have been worried about the Old Testament.

I told her that perhaps she should turn to another passage.

When I looked back again, she had her bible open to Leviticus.

Great.

Pastor: “……..virgin birth…….very important…….”

Katie: leans over to me and whispers: “Mommy what is the difference between a virgin and a normal person?”

Me: (Wondering why her Daddy never gets these kind of questions) “Well, a virgin is someone who has never had sex. You are a virgin. I am not”

Katie: “Eeeeewwwww”

Good answer, Katie. Good answer.

We bought a new car this weekend.

We don’t do that very often. We tend to drive our cars until they just decide one day that they have had enough and give up the ghost. Which is what my car threatened to do this past week. When I took it in to have the engine looked at (it was doing this weird sputtering thing) and the oil changed, the mechanic gave me a list of repairs that was longer than my arm and would have cost more than the car was worth.

So we decided to look for another. We did our research and narrowed the choices down to three different models. Friday I spent most of the day going to the different dealerships (oh yes, there will be a story told about THAT experience, just you wait!). I picked my favorite and we went back on Saturday for JD to look at it and give it a drive. We weren’t really expecting to buy a car that day.

As part of the deal, we traded in our old car. Bless it’s heart. It wasn’t worth very much. They said it rattled when they drove it (true) and it needed some work (true). They were willing to give us a little for it but only if we were going to leave it with them that day. Like right now. Our new car would be coming from a different city and wouldn’t be available until Monday. They would give us a loaner car until ours was ready.

Elena looked up and said, “Are we leaving our car? Will we ever see it again?”

“No honey, we won’t see it again?”

Then the girls and I cried.

You see, it’s more than just a car to us. Elena was just a baby when we got that car. Katie wasn’t even big enough for just a booster seat yet. I’ve watched them in my rear view mirror go from facing backward in the infant car seat, to looking forward, graduating to a booster, and now (in Katie’s case) needing no car seat at all.

I used to watch Elena sitting in her car seat with her thumb in her mouth watching the world go by. Now when I look back she has a book in her hand and when she smiles she is missing her front two teeth.

This is the car where some of our best Backseat Conversations took place. Where I told Katie about the birds and the bees. It’s been the car that has driven us to countless lessons and practices. It’s taken us to family and to friends. It’s taken us to the beach and to the mountains and to many places in between.  The back has gone from holding a pack and play and diaper bags to soccer and softball equipment.

It’s taken us to church. It’s been the scene of much laughter and the occasional fight disagreement (usually on the way to church…..what is it about Sunday morning that brings out the very worst in a marriage?).

It’s taken us to happy occasions such as family reunions and weddings and to sad ones such as funerals.

To some, it may seem silly to cry over a car.  But for us, it was saying goodbye to a precious time in our lives.  A time that has seen us change from a family with babies to a family with a pre-teen and an almost second grader in what feels like a blink of an eye.

I think that deserves a tear or two.

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I had strep throat this weekend.

Yes, I know that this is a problem that mostly little kids and the occasional teenager usually come down with.

What can I say. I’ve always been a late bloomer.

Of course I hemmed and hawed for 3 days telling myself it couldn’t POSSIBLY be anything serious and I didn’t get started on my antibiotic until late Sunday night.

The girls knew that I didn’t feel good and this was the conversation we had that afternoon in the car as I was driving them from speech therapy to Elena’s riding lesson to Katie’s piano lesson.

Elena: “Mommy, I didn’t think you felt good today.”

Me: “Yeh, well I don’t feel great but I’m okay.”

Elena: “Why didn’t you stay home and rest?”

Me: “Well, your daddy is out of town so who else could drive you two to your activities this afternoon?”

There was a pause, and then she said this.

“Wow, I feel sorry for you mommies.”

My office Christmas party was Saturday night. We gathered at my co-workers beautiful house to celebrate the season. There are a couple of things that always happen at the office Christmas party. One is that there will be some sort of Kazoo playing going on. Second, one of our docs always promises presents potentially worth THOUSANDS OF DOLLARS, which turn out to be lottery tickets. (Nobody won thousands of dollars, but we were all thrilled when Francisco won 15!)

During the festivities my friend Margie told us about this house that has its lights synchronized to music.

“You’ve got to see it! It’s amazing! The girls will love it!”

She gave us directions and when the party wound down we bundled into the car and decided to drive over and see this wonderful house.

And it was wonderful. There were instructions on a sign in the front yard to tune the radio to 88.3. When we did that, Christmas music filled the car and the show started.

(Although this is not the actual house, this will give you some idea of what it looked and sounded like.)

The kids were captivated, as were we. We oohed and ahhed over it and then fell silent and just drank it in.

Then I heard sniffling from the backseat.

I turned around to find tears streaming down Katie’s face.

“What’s wrong, honey?”

“It’s just so beautiful. Where would the world be without music? Without music this would just be a bunch of flashing lights.”

She’s tenderhearted, that oldest child of mine.

I then heard noises coming from the other side of the backseat.

I swiveled my head around wondering what sweetness I was going to find coming from my baby.

She had a look of disgust on her face as she held up the lottery tickets we gotten earlier. She’d been busily scratching off the face of the cards.

“We didn’t win anything.”

She’s sensitive, too. Just maybe in more of a Yukon Corneilius kind of way.

Katie takes piano every Monday night. While it has wrecked havoc with our sitting down together and eating supper vibe, it has actually been a good thing for the two of us. The drive to her piano teacher’s house is about 20 minutes and so it gives us some time to chat.

Somewhere along the way, she started asking questions about different things and that has evolved into us picking a topic and discussing it. The topics have ranged from mean things some of the kids say at school to why she should do her extra credit homework if she doesn’t need the points. Sometimes the conversations are weighty and deep, sometimes they are frivolous and funny.

Tonight she asked me if I enjoyed being a kid or a grownup more.

Hmmmm.

I told her there were good things and bad things about both. That she should enjoy her childhood because it goes by very quickly. But that I enjoyed making my own decisions and such.

She was quiet for a minute and then said

“I’ll bet the best part is bossing your kids around.”

A friend of mine was taking Katie and her friend Joel to a birthday party a couple of nights ago.  The kid were talking about things that scared them.

Katie said that growing up and having a boyfriend scared her.

I think she is wise beyond her years.

Or maybe I wasn’t too clear when we had this conversation.

Uh-oh.