Ethan would always ride in the car with me. Wherever I went, he went. Whatever music I listened to, he listened to. He was the Starsky to my Hutch, without the busting criminals part.
In the early days, Ethan was too little to talk so he would simply watch the passing scenery from the safety of my back seat with baby booster.
As he grew, he ditched the booster seat and he moved to the front passenger side. His speech developed and he offered up some funny conversation, as well as some big questions like “dad, how does time work?” and “who is god?” (I did my best).
Often my job kept me very busy, so the car rides were the only time we really got to spend together. I started to get to know Ethan, his likes and dislikes. He would also sleep a lot.
Now that Ethan is nearly 14 years old, our car ride conversations have been replaced by his headphones and Spotify playlist. Do I miss the old times ? Yes. But I am also glad to see him develop and grow more independent by the day.
I cherish the old times we had talking for hours in the car, but I also look forward to the new times ahead. Maybe one day when Ethan has kids of his own, he will have his own conversations.
The past is gone, the future isn’t here yet, so just take life one car ride at a time.