It’s finally here. I can’t avoid the inevitable and I now have a new job, a new task to add to my to-do list that has been constantly growing since the day I gave birth: I’m now a taxi driver.<\/p>\n
As I am writing this, I am crying with laughter. For years I made fun of my friends who were taxi drivers on the daily. I told myself: I don’t want to do this! No way! Ha ha ha! Surprise Jaime!<\/p>\n
Ever since my daughter started high school, her friend group and her social life has been growing. And I find myself driving her here and there. It all started without me even noticing.\u00a0 The first time it happened, I was happy and excited to bring her to her destination. And then there was a second and third time… And that’s when I realize that slowly but surely, I became a taxi mom.<\/p>\n
I have to admit that I’m slowly getting used to this change in my life. We are parents that call ourselves #TeamAtHome. Although we love travelling, doing activities together and being on the go, we love staying home just as much<\/a>. Other than swimming lessons, my kids have rarely been enrolled in any activities during the weekends. It’s a personal choice that our household has made. Therefore, the here-and-there taxi life is all new to me!<\/p>\n I even frustrated myself. I can’t believe I’m telling you this, but it’s in my nature to keep things real. It was a Sunday afternoon and a friend had invited my daughter over for the afternoon. My husband was sleeping (he was sick) and I was wearing pyjamas and comfortable at home. I was waiting for my soup to heat up so I could eat it while watching Netflix. Did I want to bring my daughter to her friend’s house? Not at all. So I started getting frustrated, and became negative. Guess what… I had the guts to go ask my daughter to ask her dad to bring her to her friend’s house! I’m ashamed of myself. Mea culpa.<\/p>\n I ended up putting my ego aside and thought this through. I realized that I felt horrible for having this selfish and negative moment. I remembered that my time here isn’t forever and that instead of complaining, I should look at the bright side of this new job. I get to spend time with my daughter. We talk about anything and nothing, or we sing our lungs out in the car. We get to be together. I get to learn a little bit more about her friends. I get to be t here for her.<\/p>\n One day – and I need to stop thinking about this or else I’ll start crying – she won’t need me as much. But I get over this thought by thinking that no matter where they are, how old they get, I will always\u00a0be their mother<\/a>.<\/p>\n It won’t be: “Mom, can you give me a ride to my friend’s house?” anymore. It will be: “Mom, can I borrow the car?” instead. I will be able to add realtor on my CV.<\/p>\n Hahahaha! Bring on the\u00a0 new jobs!!!!<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"