Once our kiddos started leaving the nest in their own vehicles, we thought there would be fewer cars for us to keep running.
Now, my husband not only keeps them running – he does it from a distance.
In the last few months he has fielded a bevy of interesting phone calls and texts.
“Hey Dad – my truck is making funny noises.”
“Should there be a puddle of pink stuff under my car?”
“My tailgate is falling off!”
“Why don’t I have heat?”
“My brakes went out on the way home.”
“The car died.”
And every time he has patiently listened to symptoms, asked critical questions, and given advice.
He has replaced water pumps, fixed tailgates, changed numerous tires, driven a truck with no brakes to the mechanic and calmed a panicked daughter – more than once.
His bedside reading shelf now holds the manuals for each of their vehicles.
As he was studying one of those manuals the other night, I commented, “It’s almost a full time job keeping those cars running.”
He just smiled and said, “But at least they need me.”