A Mother's Notes from the Passenger Seat
We’re teaching my son to drive, and we welcome all your prayers. Seriously, if you’ve ever taught a kid to drive you know we aren’t kidding. It’s not so much about being fearful for our lives, but the stress of moving from the driver’s seat to the passenger seat. It’s a literal move, yes, but it’s also figurative. This morning as I ironed my son’s clothes for church I told my husband I need to have our son iron his clothes himself on Saturday night. It’s not that he won’t or
