This past week I heard my Daddy’s words in my head.
“Wait until they commit.”
When he was teaching me to drive eons ago that was one of the things he told me repeatedly. It has stuck with me for all these years and this past week as I debated turning across lanes with an oncoming car with its turn signal on I heard it again and was glad I heeded it. That car did not turn and if I had gone when I thought about it I would have risked an accident. I waited until he committed or rather didn’t commit.
“Wait until they commit” can be a good policy not just when driving a car, don’t you think? Sometimes in our daily lives we jump in far too quickly and and don’t weigh all of the pros and cons appropriately. I have been known to take on projects because someone else has said they were in on it to help and then poof–that help disappears and it lands squarely on my shoulders. In that case I should have followed my Daddy’s advice.
I love how this memory conjures up learning to drive in a huge brown station wagon with a lot of power. By the time I rolled around my Daddy. had taught 3 other children ( and I think my mom) how to drive. I am sure he was tired of it by then but he was the image of patience.
I remember him driving the behemoth to the high school parking lot, letting me slip behind the wheel, and walking me through all the things that I needed to do to start driving. I clearly remember driving up over the curb in front of the middle school and freaking out. He talked me down, had me turn off the car, and sat there and told me that there was a lot of horsepower that I was driving. Yes, yes there was.
Fortunately I managed to get my license on the first try after a driver’s education course with Mr. Sherman and a car of giggly girls. That ability to drive has taken me many places and I can’t imagine not having that freedom to get in a car and go when I want/need to go.
But through it all I hear my Daddy’s voice in my mind so often imparting words of wisdom like “wait until they commit” and I am so very grateful.
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Leave a commentThat is such good advice. My Dad gave up on trying to teach me to drive as did my first husband. Then I married Paul and he said he would pay for driving lessons. I said I´d rather have a new dress. But he insisted. The best thing he ever did.
Wonderful memories and solid, loving advice from your Dad. I’m sure you commit whole-heartedly to everything!
Loved reading this and could picture you hitting that curb and freaking out – I’d have done the same. Isn’t it amazing what situations bring back certain memories? Glad you waited and didn’t get into a wreck. Too many of those happening lately.
I love this so much. Those voices from our parents in our heads. Leslie just bought a new car and the voice in my head from my father – “enjoy it. It will get dings and scratches and those are going to happen but just enjoy the car.” Love you my friend.
Wise advice! My Dad taught me the same thing when he taught me to drive. He also taught my mother and my two older sisters. Dad drove a lot for his job as a newspaper circulation supervisor, was a good driver, and drove safely right up to his 90th birthday.
Great analogy today. Glad you listened to your daddy’s voice and are safe.
I, like you, are grateful for so many things from my Dad, including teaching me to drive a stick shift when I was 17.
Such good advice for driving and life in general. So glad you are ok. Some of my greatest treasures aref remembering good advice from my Mama.