The kids and I had to run some errands tonight. I worked late and Mick dashed out the door almost as soon as I got in. I spun around a few times, dropped stuff off and picked other stuff up, and the kids and I were on our way to our nearest Target, 35 minutes away.
(Does that make you cry? It makes me cry. Every. Single. Time. Sadly, my days of a quick dash over to Target are behind me. And hopefully in front of me.) Anyway, it was a rainy night here in Maine, but thankfully not super cold. Still, on these backroads of Maine, it's dark. Very dark. And the lane markers aren't that sparkly stuff that you could see from the moon if you needed or wanted to, either. Taken together, all this stuff means that it was a bit of a challenge to drive home -- the rain, the missing sparkles, and the pitch blackness except for the occasional not-quite-helpful blinding headlights coming my way required my attention. Two hands on the wheel.
So, there I was -- focused on staying in the right lane and brainstorming ways to get the kids fed, bathed, and in bed by 8. The three of us were all just quietly riding along listening to some country music.
And then the kids decided to talk about God.
Here's the best part of the conversation:
CAM: Where does God live?
Me: Well, he's all arou-
<<INTERRUPTION BY WHM>>
WHM: He wivs in our hearts, CAM. God wivs in our HEARTS. Wif Jesus.
Yep, I am definitely happy we went our kiddos to a private pre-school the past two years, and that CAM's in private school now. These are the evening conversations that make it worth it.
--Jen
Aw that's so sweet!!
ReplyDeleteReading about your adventures in the northwoods (ha! well at least that's what we call it in MN) remind me of home. No sparkles, no lights but the stars, wildlife darting across the road, no Target for 35+ minutes, etc. I have to say, the adjustment down to that would certainly be harder than the adjustment to a bigger city from that. I hope you are getting a chance to enjoy it a little though!
Well, sadly we're in CENTRAL Maine and I have these issues. The "north woods" I think is still a bit farther (further?) north ... where the only roads are logging roads. I will admit it: I think I have figured out that I need to be within 50 miles of a Banana Republic or I go crazy. This whole no-Costco-for-115-miles is killing me! :)
DeleteHa! That discussion so reminds me of one I had many years ago.
ReplyDeleteI worked with developmentally disabled kids and was talking with one of them one day before a church service. He had asked me if God would be at the service. When I explained that God was in his heart, he clutched his chest and exclaimed "How'd he get there? Did it HURT!?"
I had to hold back the laughter as I explained a bit more. It's one of my favorite stories to this day!
That's hilarious! And thanks for reading -- I'm always thrilled to see new people here!
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