(day #2 of: 5 days/5 photos/5 stories)
"There is light at the end of every tunnel.
Some tunnels just happen to be longer than others."
"And Then There Was Light"
Lost, somewhere in New York City
Five hours in the car with a teen who was displaying her temperamental side. And doing a very good job at it, I might add. Hour three into the drive while navigating thru New York City, and one answer with 'tude too many from her...I was gonna blow. And I did. I can insert here, all the many times and stories I've told my Things that begin with "When I was a kid if I EVERRRRRRRR talked to my parents that way!" Let's just say they all end with the fact that IF I did, my Things certainly wouldn't be here to talk to me like that TODAY. But I was saying it much louder than usual, and with some impressive arm gestures. I know I added a few additional grays to my head, and morphed a few laugh lines into major stress wrinkles.
Somewhere in the midst of "mom vs. Thing" (aka the Battle for Supremacy), the GPS decided to not be assertive. I'm confident he was too scared to raise his voice to me. Next thing I knew I looked at our surroundings and realized hey we aren't in NYC anymore, Toto. How had the Better Half not noticed? It wasn't like HE was involved in the confrontation as he kept his eyes firmly planted forward and his mouth shut. We had crossed the wrong bridge and were traipsing without focus thru New Jersey. We were lost. A metaphor to be sure. Not sure which was the more apt metaphor, being lost...or being lost in Jersey. So around we turned, back over the nameless bridge and back into NYC in search of the elusive George Washington Bridge. There was now only silence in the car. AND the sound of the Phillies game on the radio, losing again. Man this day is just chockful of metaphors.
We drove on. Into a tunnel, and into the darkness. It was fitting. And then? Light. Brilliant light shining in from the other side. Hey, if I am gonna rag on Jersey as a metaphor, I sure as heck am gonna acknowledge the light at the end of the tunnel.
The teen years. Somehow I don't remember my first two go-arounds being quite as "intense" as this last one. Sometimes it seems like one long freakin' tunnel we are venturing thru. No rest stops. No detours. No rest for the weary. Oh, and a LOT of toll booths. It's EXPENSIVE! But truth is, I wouldn't have it any other way because despite the passengers in my vehicle and the 'tudes that occur...I wouldn't trade them. I might loan them out, but I wouldn't trade them. One of these days, I'm sure I'm going to look back and miss these years and this tunnel...even the arguments and the arm gestures (my only upper body workout these days).
Because I have travelled this road before, I do know there is light at the end this particular tunnel. And, we are certainly getting closer to it. But dang, I sure could use a GPS that speaks louder to help keep me heading in the right direction. And a Phillies win wouldn't hurt either.
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