through my moms eyes

While growing up, during my toddler years, mom saw so many emotions through her rearview mirror.

We spent so many days in the car going from place to place.

There were some days when I would cry and fuss,

and other days when I would be in my own world and play.

Sometimes our car would be a big boat sailing on the open sea;

others a plane flying high in the air,

or maybe a horse that we would be riding through the Wild West.

It was so much fun letting our imagination take us to different places.

We would blast the radio real loud, roll the windows down, sing and clap our hands,

and scream as if we were on a roller coaster.

Sometimes we would sing our favorite songs,

but most of the time we would act real silly.

I'd catch my mom's eyes in the rearview mirror and we'd share a smile

knowing that no matter what troubles face us, we will always have one another.

 

 

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