April 21, 2005

I'm a Mom... I Drive a Van...

Today my middle son, who my father has taken to calling Frankie because of his deep blue eyes, had a retreat for his First Holy Communion. The retreat was located down the street from the school.

The school itself is situated on a busy two lane road with traffic running north/south. The school is situated on the western side of the road; the southern traffic is an easy right. To go north… is a real pain in the neck. I’m fortunate that I go south every day, so I just merge in where I can. To go north can bring me great anxiety, so more often than not, on the rare occasions it is required for me to turn north, I will go south, make a u-turn and then come north.

Today, traffic seemed especially thick. All of us with 2nd graders had dropped off our other kids at the school and now were making our way north to the venue of the retreat. I spotted, a gentleman, who is one of the Dads I simply adore. A former Marine F/A-18 pilot, he is the most affectionate Dad, he’s madly in love with his wife, and they just have a great family… of four boys. This is the family I posted on earlier that when I found out she was pregnant, to my horror the first thing out of my mouth was, “I know a good urologist.” He and I became fast friends because we have a mutual acquaintance in the Marine Corps community, we are both children of career Naval Aviators, and we both HAD three boys… until they added one more this past December. Plus, he’s just a real sweetie.

Anyway, I spot the Dad in the truck ahead of me and I figure, “Marine pilot, I’ll follow him. I’ll do what he does and make it through this traffic.”

What in the hell was I thinking? This is a man who is used to aiming a jet to land on something that appears to be the size of a postage stamp and I’m thinking I can somehow do what he does through traffic?

Good Lord.

So I’m sitting there behind him in my van, and I watch as he pulls out, makes it between the south bound traffic and merges his big honker SUV into two cars moving north, with less than a foot to spare on each bumper.

I sat there and thought, ‘You must be kidding me.’ So I went south, made a u-turn and then continued north. I can’t handle my mini-van the way a Marine pilot handles his SUV.

Posted by Boudicca at April 21, 2005 11:24 PM

:) I will go the easiest way and U turn, too.

BTW- I have tried to email you about hybrid SUVs but my emails keep getting returned.

Posted by: Jody Halsted at April 22, 2005 08:31 AM

With my poor spatial awareness, coupled with the fact that Americans drive on the other side of the road, I can't picture it, but at the same time, know what you mean.

Strange, but true :-)

Posted by: Sally at April 23, 2005 05:43 PM

So, what you are saying is that he is skilled at getting large, hard objects to fit it tight, small spaces..... And you are not....

Bummer for you.

Posted by: _Jon at April 24, 2005 09:48 AM