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Raising Children is like Driving in a Snowstorm

Story ID:9205
Written by:Michael Timothy Smith (bio, link, contact, other stories)
Story type:Musings, Essays and Such
Location:Caldwell ID USA
Year:2013
Person:Parents
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It was a cold and snowy night. I was on my way home from work at one in the morning.
The snow swirled in front of my headlights like whiffs of white smoke. At times the road was
clear and the snow light, but other times there was deep snow that had blown across the highway.
Id lose traction. The rear of the car slid off the straight and narrow. I eased off the gas and steered into the spin.

It happened many times. Each time I slowed and gained control.

Sometimes, my vision was reduced to zero by drifting and blowing snow. Once again
I slowed until the view cleared enough for me to move forward.

I was alone on the highway that night. Other drivers stayed safely in their homes.

I gripped the steering wheel tight in fear. Dear, Lord, please lead me home to safety.

Years later, I was a young dad married with two kids. I took them for evening strolls
in their carriages and later for walks. Their little hands held mine as they rattled off question
after question: Whys the sky blue? How come we cant fly like birds? How do fish breathe
underwater?

They grew. For the most part, they stayed out of trouble, but there were times discipline
was needed. They strayed from the straight and narrow road into trouble. I wondered where I
went wrong. A little discipline and they were good for a while. But it was hard for them to stay
on a straight path. Theyd stumble again, so I slowed them down and set them straight.

It was during those rocky times, when I thought of driving home on that snowy night,
years before. Id stray, blinded by snow and unable to keep a straight line on the road ahead.
I had to slow down and set things straight.

It occurred to me, raising children is like driving in a snow storm: every so often, you
need to slow down and gain control

Michael T. Smith