Tuesday, January 27, 2015

How to drive

I learned to drive in the country. In an old dodge ram pick-up truck. My grandpa, an old Pentecostal from the hills of Kentucky, was strict and set in his ways...except for when it came to his grandkids. He let me and my cousins make countless trips up and down 300 East. From field to farm, from farm to town, we always got behind the wheel for a portion of the trip.

It wasn't just the fact that he let us do the things that we wanted. It was that he trusted us. His generation was exponentially different than mine. And at the time I thought it was extremely old-fashion. But now that I'm older I realize he had a strength, a work-ethic, a conviction to be a good person that is almost unheard of these days.

He drove a school bus, I remember one snow day school was canceled so me and my cousins were at the farm. Me, grandpa and Tyler wanted to run to the stop. So he let me drive - on country roads, in the snow storm. I think I was 14, may have been 15 but the trip didn't end well. We slid off the road, I hit the gas instead of the brakes and we hit a tree on the side of the road and we were all dying laughing and I can still hear him say "you messed up" though the laughter. Not a condemning way but a forgiving way. And I still here that voice, when I'm being too hard on myself it's a good reminder that I messed up, not just them but now and everyday. But it's ok to laugh through it.

Button-up Amelia

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry - I swallowed it - I'm sorry"

We had no idea what she was talking about. She swallowed a button. I can't remember where the button came from or how it happened. But she was so upset and remorseful. And she thinks I dug through her poop.