Wednesday, February 12, 2014
Earlier tonight, I drove FutureStar to pep band, then picked up the other two and delivered them to their music teachers, followed by another trip to the high school to get FutureStar AGAIN, driving from pep band to lessons.
Meanwhile, one of FutureStar's classmates came out of his lesson, walked to his car, and drove home.
I had two reactions - sadness that I didn't get to chat with his mom during lessons, and overwhelming jealousy. Because she didn't have to sit in the recliners of dubious origin waiting for her kid to be done.
And it's not just lessons. Zero hour jazz band. Running to the store. Sports practice. School group projects. So many activities to chauffeur, so little time.
So while I was a bit wistful when FutureStar started driver's ed a few months ago, I'm now counting down the months until that license is a reality.
Because this time next year, when the kids have music lessons, I can hand over the car keys and say, "drive safely, honey."
And some other parents can take over the slightly scary recliners.