Protective parents

Monday morning we woke up to snow.  It wasn’t much, maybe an inch.  And it wasn’t a surprise.  The forecast had been filled with talk of snow for a week.  In fact, the forecast called for more than we actually got.  But, it also came with strong winds.  As anyone who has lived in snow territory can tell you, a small amount of snow and high winds can make for icy roads.  More snow actually gives you traction.

The snow in my backyard on Monday that made our roads a bit slippery.

Working from home, I usually only care about the road conditions on behalf of my husband who commutes 70 miles a day to work.  However, Monday I actually had an interview in the morning.  And it was in a small town about 20 miles up a curvy state road from my house.  All this combined to teach me two unexpected lessons.

First, I was more cautious about driving on the snow than I used to be.  I’ve always been a cautious driver.  I’m calm.  I leave early enough so I don’t have to rush.  I especially do that when the roads are at all in bad shape.  But, now that I have a child, it seems different.  She wasn’t in the car with me.  However, I feel such a responsibility to her to keep myself safe that I can’t help but to drive more carefully.  This hit me as I eyed the pickup truck in my rearview mirror who would have preferred me to pick up the pace.  I didn’t.  I went as fast as I was comfortable going and no more.  I had a baby girl to get safely home to.  I have an obligation to make sure I’m there for her.

I’m not the only person in her life who loves her and can take care of her.  She is surrounded by love from my husband, her grandparents, her uncles and aunts.  But, I am the only one who is her mother.  No one else can make that claim.  I don’t want to put myself in harm’s way and risk having her lose her mother.  While I have never been a daredevil in any sense of the word, I have definitely become more cautious.  When I was pregnant, I knew I had a responsibility to her in my belly.  Now I know I have a responsibility to be here for her.  That makes me not only protective of her, but also of my husband and me.  I can’t let myself think of us not being here for her.

The second lesson I learned is that protective streak won’t go away when she grows up.  Sunday night, my mom called and offered to have my dad drive me to my interview.  I told her we’d check the weather in the morning and decide from there.  When I got up on Monday, I knew I’d be fine driving.  In fact, if it had been too bad for me to drive, I’d have checked with my source about talking over the phone instead or rescheduling.

However, when I called my parents on Monday morning to report that I’d be fine to drive, I had to go through a rundown with my dad.  My parents are still protective of me as well.  I may be an adult, married mother, but I suppose to them that doesn’t matter.  And I am guessing it won’t matter to me either when I am in their position and Lexiana is in mine.  While I might have thought my parents were being a bit overprotective — albeit nice — I understand where they are coming from.  In fact, when I arrived safely at my destination, I texted my mom to let her know.  I figured I’d want Lexiana to do the same for me one of these days.

The cycle of protective parents doesn’t end.

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