My oldest son was home for a month over Christmas break. One of his chores was of course, driving his siblings the full two miles to the school and the pick them up in the afternoon. Yes it's cruel to force a college student on break to wake up early, but it's also cruel to make me pay his college tuition!
My Christmas present was three full day away from my family (I'm sure they felt it was a present for them too). I was out of the country on a little island where cell service couldn't reach me. I blissfully enjoyed three days in a villa. When my Diet Coke went low, I got into a microscopic acid green machine that had nothing more than a steering wheel and a gas pedal. The car did all that cars were meant to do, it got me from one place to another. Once again, I was driving on the left hand said of the road, but was grateful I wasn't driving my big ML 500 here…the island just wasn't big enough to hold mini-vans and SUV's.
While I scooted around the bumpy, sandy roads in beautiful weather, my son was paralyzed in after school traffic. The day I returned home he knew not to complain about helping with his brothers and sisters. I could tell by the look on their faces the trip wasn't an easy one. The third day back right before Christmas break my son came back with his younger siblings in tow. His face was bright red he threw his car keys across the table and told me,"There isn't enough money in the world to make drive back to that school!"
Christmas came early last year.
