We’re all children of our Father and were born at different times. I hate driving but didn’t tell my children when they were young, although they could tell I was not exhibiting a natural born talent when we had to start an hour early to make a half hour trip. We used every minuet, often weaving back and forth across the Willamette River on various bridges, me with teeth gritting and grinding and they patient as Saints.
I can remember, being half way across the Hawthorne Bridge, going away from our destination again. Finally what my children had been telling me finally sunk in, “This isn’t bad. Its an adventure!”  nancymauerman.com