The Ghost In The Backseat

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I was driving home yesterday by myself, which is super rare. I felt someone kicking the back of my seat and quickly turned around. Nothing.

It was like I felt a phantom kick.

Then I started thinking about how I only have so many years before my kids are grown up, and I won’t have anyone kicking the back of my chair. It’s absurd I know, but I’m that person who doesn’t get overly emotional at the normal happenings of life. Getting married, a baby being born, buying your first home, none of those get me in a tizzy.

It’s always the littlest things that have me wanting to hold my family closer and cherish the moments of my littles growing up before my eyes.

Here I was driving home, nearly crying over the idea that one day there won’t be any children in the backseat to kick me while I drive.

It’s silly, I know. But that’s how God works in me. He reminds me of the little unimportant, sometimes even annoying things about my family to bring to my attention the treasures I have. Perspective is so important. I will hold onto to this one the next time I’m getting kicked in the car on my way to drop kids off to school, or cleaning up the kitchen floor for the 15th time in one day wondering if food ever gets in their mouths.

It won’t be like this forever.

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2 comments on “The Ghost In The Backseat

  1. When we’re old(ER) and the kids are out on their own I promise to sit in the back on occasion and kick the back of your seat.
    (I’ve gone through about half of everything and it all looks great!)

    • Thanks, you’ve always “got my back” 😉

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