It’s been four years.
That’s how long I’ve lived in St. George. And I’m still not used to the heat. I can handle temps up to 100. But last week it hit 115.
I can’t do that.
Which means I spend days inside searching for spots around the house in front of an AC vent or directly below a ceiling fan.
I pull out my iPhone to check Dark Sky at least a dozen times each day. Maybe tomorrow’s weather will bring cooler temps or rain showers, the kind where steam rises from the pavement.
When the sun goes down, the kids beg me to take them for a ride. It doesn’t matter where we go. They just want to get out of the house. So do I.
So I pack them into the Odyssey and off we go with no destination in mind.
And the kids begin to talk. I hear stories I otherwise wouldn’t at home. I hear stories that make me laugh and some that drop my jaw. Most have passed the statute of limitations leaving me to smile and wonder where the hell I was when that happened.
Last night we discussed how we go about making decisions. Specifically, how does one know if an action is good or bad? The kids had a lot of opinions on the subject.
“I guess I just know.”
“You and mom tell us.”
“It didn’t feel right so I stopped.”
And my favorite:
“If I know I can’t get away with it, I don’t do it.”
Nothing is off-limits on these night rides. No subject too taboo. I want the van to be a place they can bring up any topic, even ones that make parents cringe. I believe all parents desire to create a safe place where their kids can approach them about any topic.
Our place just happens to be a van driving around southern Utah under the moonlight.