Week 39: Familiar Roads
6.19.2009
My mom and I were driving home from one of my doctor’s appointments and she simply said, “It’s good to drive down familiar roads.” We were driving down the main road that our neighborhood is off of in Broken Arrow, so we both had many memories along this route. I pondered if she was thinking of a specific memory, “What makes you say that?” She said, “A week or two after you were born, we had to take you to the hospital to have your liver tested because of all the complications with your birth. Grandma had come down from Kansas and didn’t want to drive on the main roads, so we took this back route because she felt like she could drive on the back roads. I remember holding you in my arms and how at the hospital they made me leave the room when they poked you because they didn’t want me to have to hear you cry. Then we drove back home on this road again with you in my arms, slow and steady with Grandma.” “I’ve never heard that story before, mom,” I said.
Some roads are more familiar than we realize.
