I picked my son up from Boston yesterday for our family Christmas gathering this weekend, and experienced torrential rain and blustering wind most of the way down. Being December 21st, with all the hype of impending apocalypse, it was somewhat unnerving to drive through the deluge, but if the end were near, what better way to spend it than trying to get to my child?
When I visited my father in Florida many years ago, there were several days of intense downpours that I was caught in while driving, once so heavy that I had to pull over and wait for the storm to pass. Yesterday reminded me of driving in Florida except I only considered pulling over once, and then the rain let up enough that I didn’t have to. I’m sure people thought I was crazy as I passed them, but I could see well enough, and never got near hydroplaning speeds. I did hit a patch of water on an overpass that made me veer to the left, but I was lucky to not be with other traffic then.
Just as I hit the four lane section of Route 2 outside of Boston, the wind died down, the rain subsided, the sun shone through patches of separating cloud cover, and I saw a northerly rainbow. Coming into Boston proper, the sun was out in earnest, with only cumulus clouds floating in scattered clumps, as though the fearsome tempest had never occurred.
After getting my son, who was in a happier mood than when I last saw him, I had him drive back. There was heavy traffic leaving the city, and Route 2 was bumper to bumper cars until we passed Concord. As we headed into Western MA, the cloud cover grew steadily, and the rain picked up once more. We didn’t experience any more downpours, but the steady rain and moisture kicked up from car tires, combined with the growing dark, made for a dismal drive home. We rewarded ourselves with dinner out once we got back to town, and my son was vivacious and chatty the whole time, creating a stellar end to my day.
I realized that my son’s moodiness during the Thanksgiving break had far more to do with the slump he was in than not wanting my company. It’s important for me to remember that I’m his safety in the sense that he’s completely himself when he’s around me, so if he’s non-communicative, it’s about him, not me. My job is to love and accept him, regardless of anything else, which I’ve always done – even if I grumble about his attitude at times. I have more information than I had before, and now I’ll have better suggestions next time I hear or see his discontent.
For now, I’m grateful he’s with me over the holiday, and I’m glad we’re all still here – even though there wasn’t any apocalyptic danger associated with yesterday’s date.
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