Dear Lord, I’m really going to need your guidance on my drive today. The baby was up nursing at 4:00 a.m., and without some much-needed coffee, my vision is a bit blurred. Speaking of coffee, could you please work some magic and make the Starbucks drive-thru line shorter? It would be wonderful if busy moms like me could have a fast pass to skip ahead of those casually sipping their lattes or leisurely solving crossword puzzles—because let’s be honest, who shows up anywhere important in flip-flops?
As the traffic lights flicker from red to green, then back to red without me moving at all, help me remember the value of patience. And if you could please nudge the driver in front of me to put down his distracting cell phone and focus on the road, I would greatly appreciate it.
When I eventually pass a driver who is swerving or too absorbed in their phone to pay attention, and I feel the urge to unleash a string of expletives, remind me of the little ones in the backseat soaking up every word. Grant me the wisdom to remain calm, or at least provide me with a warm, flaky breakfast pastry to keep my mouth occupied for a bit.
Lord, forgive those drivers who inexplicably stop at a flashing yellow light; they truly don’t understand the rules of the road. I also ask for your blessings on the construction workers I see daily, standing around pointing but rarely achieving real progress. Please give them the skills they need to swiftly get the job done and remove those pesky orange cones from my path!
When I spot what seems like a teenager behind the wheel of a gigantic SUV, let me remember my own reckless driving days as a youth. Yet, I also recall riding in the back of a station wagon without a seatbelt in the ’90s, and I doubt anyone would want to relive that era. Lord, may this generation surpass our safety standards and fashion choices, with driving privileges starting at 18, and maybe even helmets until 21. (Extra points if those helmets could prevent kids from using their phones or engaging in any questionable behavior!)
If I find myself in a situation where I need to apply makeup in the preschool parking lot, or if I have a breakdown after a long day, please shield me from judgment—especially from truckers who should understand what it’s like to spend endless hours in a vehicle.
Most importantly, I ask that you guide me home safely at the end of the day, with my kids in tow and minimal demands for fast food from the backseat (though I can’t help but crave a greasy burger right about now).
And once the kids are tucked into bed, when I’m tempted to glance lovingly at my husband and think, “Perhaps we should consider having another child,” remind me of that moment when my son decided to throw a sippy cup at my head during rush hour while his sister cheered him on. Let me remember the simpler joys of having a pet goldfish—no late-night feedings or diaper changes to worry about. And just for the record, Lord, I would much rather clean up after a goldfish than tackle the mess from a car seat, any time of day. Amen.
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In summary, navigating daily commutes as a parent is a blend of patience, humor, and the occasional prayer. With young children in tow, every drive is an adventure filled with challenges and moments that remind us of the beauty of family life.
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