Wednesday, May 19, 2010
Unlike "The Viewing Room" that you may be thinking of (possible casket with dead person), this "Viewing Room" is a long, window filled hallway that allows you to view your car as it proceeds through the carwash. Funny, but standing there watching my car today, reminded me of when my children were in preschool.
For those first couple of weeks, when I would drop them off at their classroom, there was that combined feeling of relief and concern. My middle son, especially, always looked so sad when I walked away and LEFT him for 2 1/2 hours, but I would always tell myself,
"He knows that I love him. He knows that I love him."
............and walk away.
I would always come back just a little bit early and stand outside his classroom door. I would peek through the corner of the narrow, rectangular shaped window, hoping to catch a glimpse of what he looked like in the world, without me.
While my car did not look sad after I handed it over to the carwash attendant, nor was there any interaction going on (that I know of), somehow there was comfort in the fact that I was able to keep a watchful eye on it.
After being hosed down, shampooed up, rinsed off, vacuumed out, and wiped down, my car and I were reunited. Together, we drove off to go pick up the kids, who are no longer in preschool. They are now teenagers, and instead of looking sad when I walk away from them, they are now walking (as fast as they can) away from me, but that's okay. I just tell myself,
"I know that they love me. I know that they love me."
............and I let them walk away.
Afterall, I can always view them through the window.