This Saturday, my sister-in-law, my mom, my aunt and I all piled in my minivan for a Girls Day Out. Being that we are a rather wild bunch, our outing consisted of lunch at P.F. Changs and a lengthy perusal of Hobby Lobby. (That's a big deal here, because the nearest HL store is an hour away.) There was much eating, much shopping, and much laughter. On the way home, I was thinking while everyone was chatting, and realized that I had become the Driver.
When did this happen? Shouldn't there be a ceremony or something? I remember as a child that on female-type shopping expeditions, my Grandma would drive. After awhile, my aunt took over, and my mom would fill in occasionally. It was a sort of unspoken passing of the torch in our family. The younger generations would step up to the wheel, so to speak, and the older generations would migrate to the backseat to chatter and cluck. (I mean that in a nice way.)
In so many ways, I don't feel old enough to be the Driver. I'm just a kid. But then I think about it - I've been married for 9 years, I'm a mother, I'm officially Dr. Allen - I guess I can handle it. And it was nice to drive and let everyone else take it easy.
This time of year I've heard people talk about the ritual of turkey carving, and handing it down through the generations. What's a passing-of-the-torch tradition in your family?