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Nervous sandwich

May
8

You already know my teenage son is driving. But I’ve never mentioned that my mother is Mario Andretti.

I’ve been visiting my mother a lot. She likes to drive. She’s an excellent driver. I’ve suggested several times that she might want to make extra money driving a cab in the city, but she waves me away. Not interested. Too much traffic.

My son, as you know, is also a good driver. He is, more precisely, a driver with good intentions. He’s focused, with an excellent sense of direction. He also likes to keep me guessing. Will he stop before we slam into the car in front of us? Will we make it around the curve without ripping down some bushes? Will we flip over as he swerves to avoid that cute bird that just flew down in front of us?

Between my mother and my son, I’ve gotten bruised up along both sides of my thighs. From my fingernails.

Last weekend, I marveled as my mother showed me a fancy shortcut to Macy’s. We ducked through sidestreets, circumvented traffic jams, raced past Sunday drivers and arrived victorious in under five minutes. It would have taken me fifteen. You see, I had offered to drive. But my mother wasn’t in the mood. ‘You’re too slow,’’ she said.

This morning, I sat next to my son, yet again, as we made that nail-biting trip to school. Every morning I promise myself I will not shriek or get hysterical or hold onto that hanging strap. And yet, I can’t help it.

“Brake brake brake now,’’ I screamed, as we careened toward a stopped car. He got mad. Of course he was going to stop. But I’m not completely unpopular. One of his friends, he said, actually likes driving with us as I go nuts. He says it’s like a TV show.

Funny or pathetic? I’m not sure. But I’m going to treat my thighs to a few days off the road this weekend.

How about you?

This entry was posted on Friday, May 8th, 2009 at 2:34 pm by Linda Lombroso.
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One Response to “Nervous sandwich”

  1. Steve C.

    too funny!

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We've been called "the sandwich generation" and with good reason. Most of today's baby boomers (born between 1946 and 1964) are dealing with aging parents and college-age kids -- or starting again as empty nesters, adapting to a new life without children at home.


In the Middle will address a variety of topics, including caring for aging parents (medical, ethical, emotional and financial issues) and caring for parents long-distance (what do we do when parents live out of state, or are citizens of another country and we can't bring them to the U.S. for medical care?).


It will also cover the way we deal with the financial and emotional demands of our teenage and young-adult children. Middle age also presents its own "crises": How do we handle that first mailing from AARP? Preventive health screenings (like colonoscopies and bone-density tests)? What are the dating options for those who find themselves single in middle age?


In the Middle will explore all these topics and more, as we share resources and learn from each other's experiences.


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Linda Lombroso Baby boomer Linda Lombroso was born in Queens and grew up in Port Washington. She began her journalism career at New York Magazine and Rolling Stone, and came back to the field after spending 10 years as a stay-at-home mother. Linda joined The Journal News in 1997 and has been a Life & Style writer since 2000. She has three children.

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