Pickup Trucks and Too Much Passion
|school-girl giddy with the last and best boyfriend.|
I would peek between the blinds and watch for signs. Listen closely for the muffled sound of country radio and an engine switching off.
Nothing says "teenage boy" like a pickup truck in the driveway and I wonder if my parents thought the same thing.
I didn't realize at the time that all parents were once teenagers. All mothers used to be daughters who were 15 years old, watching and waiting for some boy to come and take them away in a pickup truck.
Come to think of it, every boyfriend I ever had drove a pickup truck. Except for The Last One, of course. The one who'd make me his wife. He was a different kind of boy all together.
We'd all nod our heads to curfew and they'd open my door and I'd slide into the middle of the bench seat, never feeling more like a woman and less like myself and was I really all alone with this boy?
All that freedom to play music way too loud, freedom to not buckle my seat belt because I'd rather sit right up next to him, freedom to park the truck on the neighbor's curb at curfew and make out to George Strait one last time.
God, what a dangerous age that is.
What a breathless, beautiful, and dangerous age.
Womanhood springing forth like such a tender little shoot. Slowly, cautiously rising it's head. Seeking. And yet everything else- freedom, passion, emotion, self-discovery -all of that exploding with no sense of time or propriety.
Seriously, God- how will I ever get her ready for that?
My four year old girl, eternities away from pickup trucks in the driveway and first kisses on the sidewalk, how will I teach her to explode?
Because she will. She was made to.
She wasn't made to be a little girl forever, she was created to be a woman.
Created to crave intimacy and desire sex and long for her freedom. Created to step out from under our authority and household one day and into her own. And I want all those things for her. Those good and perfect things.
She was made for growing up and somehow... I was made to help her do it.
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