Sunday, May 9, 2010

there's a reason they have their own day.

once upon a time on a lovely sabbath afternoon, a newly turned fifteen year old daughter asked her mother if she could drive the less than one mile from church to home. her mother kindly obliged. after all, what could happen? little did her mother know, how little the fifteen year old knew about driving...

upon turning on the engine, and placing the nay blue, wood paneled mini-van into gear, the car started moving. both feet placed comfortably on the floor beneath the driver's seat, the fifteen year thought, that's odd. i didn't even press the gas. which one is the gas? continuing to move forward, the fifteen year old spoke--audibly, this time--to the mother, "which one's the brake?"

words cannot justify the alarm the mother felt, not only when she realized the the giant error in judgement she had just exercised by ignoring the tiny screaming voice in her head by letting her fifteen year old drive, but more so when she realized what stood a mere twenty feet away, directly in front of the inexplicably (to the fifteen year old, that is) moving automobile: the beautifully landscaped lawn and church building as well as a tot and her father walking hand in hand on the way to their own car.

panicking, the mother glanced at the fifteen year old, who was still looking bewilderedly at the pedals beneath her, then to the people who's lives hung in the balance, and back to the fifteen year old who seemed oh so far away even though she was in the in the driver's seat right next to her. a split second decision. the mother lunged, nylons, sunday skirt, bouffant bob and all head first towards the fifteen year old's fumbling feet and pressed the brake pedal herself, with all knowing hands.

the mother up-righted herself. relieved, she looked at the two innocent lives she had just saved (who were only just realizing something was a wee hinky); triumphant, she re-fluffed her hair--who knew she was still that flexible? and livid she looked at the sheepishly grinning fifteen year old...

11 comments:

Jana Brookes said...

ha ha!!
i think it is a good thing they have their own day. they deserve it, don't you think? your mom is so great! never knew she saved two lives before.
just wait til peri can do that to you!!! isn't that so exciting to look forward to? then you can find out how flexible you are!
happy mother's day to you and your mom!

Nicea said...

Hahahahaha. Ahem. I did NOT have a bouffant bob.

Glad you blogged.

abbyjane said...
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abbyjane said...

some details have been added for comic effect.

Megara said...

Purely hilarious! What cracks me up most Abby is that you started the car and all knowing you had no idea what you were doing. Too funny. Gotta love how a 15 year old's mind works. Hope you had a great Mother's Day!

Boss said...

Terrifyingly hilarious! Thanks for sharing.

Rachel said...

Would it be super lame if I followed your mom's blog? She is hilarious!!

abbyjane said...

rach, of course not! she only blogs about as much as i do, but she is a wit.

Shawn said...

I have never heard that story! So good! And just between me and you, Ab, I think she did have a bob, don't you?

Just kidding, N.

Stacey said...

Great story and I love how you wrote about it. Sounds like a great mom!

Douglas Family said...

You did not! Crazy girl!