I absolutely treasure backseat conversations with my son during school drop-offs.
A friend once asked why my son does not take the bus to school so I can be at work before 9:00am. This is my answer. It is our special time, just me and him. We sing songs and we talk. It is the only time I get to see his school. Gab goes home by bus in the afternoon. Any mum with growing children with tell you that we don’t have much time left with our “babies”.
When driving, I am facing front. I think Gab feels quite open and his thoughts become free-wheeling. He cannot see my facial reaction hence he does not feel threatened nor judged. Our exchanges are the most meaningful and revealing during this morning routine. For a working mum, these moments are priceless (as the cliche goes).
Picture this. The music is off and I ask my three questions about school. From there, we segue to other topics.