My Mini-Van Has Battlescars

On Tuesday, my youngest child received his one hour validation to become a bona fide permit driver. I picked him up from baseball practice, steeled myself, made the sign of the cross (though I’m not Catholic)…and let him drive home.

Mind you, my fourth child…my fourth new driver! Somehow I had forgotten (blocked, perhaps?) that nerve-wracked feeling of being in a passenger seat next to a new driver!

And let me tell you…if anyone needs angioplasty surgery and wants to avoid it…I would recommend that you try this alternative method. Your blood pressure will sky rocket and it will blast away any clogged arteries.

My only consolation is that this will be the last time my faithful and beloved mini-van will receive battlescars. I always said I wouldn’t give her up until the last child is driving. Competently.

Might just have her for a while.

About Suzanne

Suzanne Woods Fisher writes bestselling, award winning fiction and non-fiction books about the Old Order Amish for Revell Books. Her interest in the Plain People began with her Old Order German Baptist grandfather, raised in Franklin County, Pennsylvania. Suzanne's app, Amish Wisdom, delivers a daily Amish proverb to your phone or iPad. She writes a bi-monthly column for Christian Post and Cooking & Such magazine. She lives with her family in California and raises puppies for Guide Dogs for the Blind. To Suzanne's way of thinking, you can't take life too seriously when a puppy is running through your house with someone's underwear in its mouth.

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  1. where’s my post? not writing the whole post out again lol you missed a typo mods