In a dream, my daughter drives along an interstate and rounds a curve. A semi spreads across the road, its back-end across our lane. In a fraction of a moment, I predict we’ll hit the truck. Before I can speak, my daughter steers to the right, and I have a sickening foreboding that she’ll hit the truck and I, on the right, will emerge unscathed. I’m not afraid really; it’s grief that nails me.
She steers us around the truck, over the grass, back onto the road, and keeps driving. My heart hammers.
In the dark, I lay awake. There’s a lesson here, I counsel myself.
On this rainy October morning, here’s a few lines about parenting from Anne Lamott and an excerpt of my book in The Fix.
…one of the worst things about being a parent, for me, is the self-discovery, the being face to face with one’s secret insanity and brokenness and rage.”― Anne Lamott, Operating Instructions: A Journal of My Son’s First Year
6 thoughts on “Driving Dream. Daughter.”
As horrible as it was, it really was a pretty cool dream. Your daughter is now driving through life, avoiding its pitfalls with great skill! And saving you in the process!
Great and terrible!
Sometimes I feel like that sums up parenting for me….
So powerful…and yes to that quote. Ugh….parenting.
Parenting. Exhaustion. Sometimes utter hilarity.