I left the house this morning, in my car, and ended up on the side of the road not long after I reached the highway. I didn’t let my car warm up (advice my dad gave me when I first started driving) and was reminded, once again, why it’s so important to slow down and, of course, to take better care of my vehicle that has over 100,000 miles on it and has been with me for so long.
When I first learned to drive, at age 15, my dad insisted that I also learn now to change a flat tire, how to check the oil level in the car and that I felt comfortable with every single instrument on the control panel, not to mention knowing the proper way to parallel park and how to park on a hill, how to drive in the snow and on ice and when it’s raining out.
I rolled my eyes through these “lessons” thinking that I was the only one of my friends that had to go through this just to have access to the family vehicle, but I have to tell you, I am grateful that my dad taught me these things, even though I have a cell phone now and road side assistance should anything seriously go wrong.
My ex-husband is into cars too. He buys old cars and fixes them up so I have no doubt in my mind that our son will grow up to know a lot more about taking care of cars than I do. He’ll be much better prepared since he’s already helping his dad in the garage and getting to know cars from the inside out.
My son also knows his way around the kitchen, thanks to my husband, the cook in our family. Already, my son has seen him spend more hours preparing meals than he’s seen me prepare in the 7 years he’s been alive. I’m famous for boxed meals, microwaveable snacks and my ability to heat up anything that comes in a can! My son’s well-fed, that’s for sure, but his palette is becoming more sophisticated now that my husband has introduced us both to some really great meals.
Just a few days ago, I was giving my son a hard time about when it would be his turn to prepare dinner. I was kidding, of course, but he stepped up to the challenge and insisted upon creating something for us to sample. I was too exhausted to argue with him so I became his assistant and he began his cooking experiment.
I watched as he pulled out a step stool, grabbed a mixing bowl, an egg and measuring cups to whip together a drink that actually tasted pretty damn good. As he put together all of the ingredients, I somehow kept my mouth shut. At the time, I was asking myself why I was allowing him to be wasteful since his concoction couldn’t possibly be edible. He certainly surprised me because not only was it edible, but it was really good!
My gut instinct was to let him experiment and I was so glad that I listened to that inner voice telling me that however his recipe turned out, it would be OK. I encouraged him to explore what he knew and what he had obviously picked up from watching me bake or my husband cook.
He knew what he was doing and I could see his confidence boost as he noticed my expression change when I was finally able to try his homemade drink. He had made a fruit/vegetable smoothie that was delicious. I made him write down the recipe because it was really good and I’m eager for him to make it for us again.
I had planned on sharing his recipe here, but I think I’ll leave that up to him. I’m not sure how much he’ll charge, but I know he has entrepeneur in him as well so if you want a copy, it’ll cost you!
He’s going to make a great husband someday.
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