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My Kid's Chauffeur

By Amy

I’m driving Talia to the Y for her Leader Corps youth group. She’s sitting in the back seat. (Yeah--I know she’s big enough for the front seat, but it’s safer in back). I roll up all the car windows so I can clearly hear her voice.



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Silence. And then I hear from the backseat: “Somewhere over the rainbow, way up high.There’s a land that I heard of once in a lullaby.”



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“I love that song,” I say. “Where did you learn it?”



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“From choir,” Talia says softly. “I have choir on Saturday.”



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As we drive, my daughter continues to serenade me. “Birds fly over the rainbow, why then oh why can’t I?”



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We arrive at the Y. I pull up to the door and drop her off. “Bye mom,” she says. “See you at 6. I love you.”



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“Love you too, Tal.”



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Precious words. During this past year we’ve heard few words from the backseat of the car. And few words at home. But bit by bit, my girl’s regaining her voice.



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Sometimes being my kid’s chauffeur is the best job in the world. Your turn. Any great family moments in the car you’d like to share?



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This article was originally published on Sep 14, 2011

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