I have been doing a lot of driving lately. Up and back to drop my son off at work, and then, on some days when my husband can't make it, up and back again to get him a few hours later (the price of sharing 2 cars between the 3 of us). I also take my youngest to his cello lessons each Monday afternoon. Like the great mom I am I wave goodbye when he goes in and flip the switch on my nice electric seat and lean back for a little snooze. Or sometimes I use the half hour to catch up on some church emails or even call my mom or sister. Time well-spent, even though I watch the other moms go in and out of the teacher's house with their own children/students.
During these past 3 weeks of intense chauffeuring I have come to appreciate my one-on-one time with that particular passenger I might be transporting. Also, the alone time on the one-way is not so bad. Sometimes I pray. Or I sing. Really loud. Or I just think.
I like myself more in my 40s than I did in my 30s. I can be alone and be totally satisfied. But at the same time, I appreciate family and good friends now more than ever.
I am coming into my own.