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Zen and the Art of the Carpool

Zen and the Art of the Carpool

It’s 2:45 pm.
Almost 3:00 pm.
Historians speak of time and history in terms of two epochs, BCE (Before the Common Era) and AC (After the Common Era).
Religion classifies events as occurring BC (Before Christ) and AC (After Christ).
Scientists divide the 24 hour Rotation of the Earth on it’s axis into two distinct and opposite parts, day and night, a.m. and p.m.
My personal world is also divided into two seperate and specialized time frames but I choose to call it B3 (Before 3:00 pm) and A3 (After 3:00 pm).
Why this seemingly arbitrary hour?
As any mother, guardian or caretaker knows there comes a point in each of our days (mine is 3:pm) when life as we know it and live it comes to a screetching halt. That time of day when Carpool/School pickup time comes barreling at you with full force. Each day at 2:55 pm, my own “personal life” ends. I am no longer a Woman, no longer an Attorney, no longer even a Human Being. In the “Phone Boothe” of my car, I tear off my mild mannered work-out clothe, my black pumps and power suits, my casual jeans and tee shirt and become… da da da da da da.. SUPERPERSON! Bad tempered teenager’s growls bounce off my chest. Am I insulted? Of course not! I have no Human feelings, I am….da da da da da da…SUPERPERSON! I am impervious to the sullen stares of prepubescent beings who have had a bad day in P.E., math or science. My world is reduced to fighting off the Bad Guys: Bad moods, Bad days, Bad teachers, Bad friends, Bad homework assignments. The world is truly an evil and dangerous place at 3:00 pm. Much needs to be done. Juice boxes need to be chilled to just the perfect degree (never mind that each child has a different “chilling” requirement, no problem, I can handle that). Heaven help us if the snack I bring is a salty, crunchy one and raging hormones demand sugar. The right snack validates my existence and the entire carpool breathes a collective sigh of relief. Gone are the seemingly innocous thoughts of “what would I like to do”. The real questions are “what must get done” and” how will I get them there to get it done?” Dance, gymnastics, football, soccer, first communion class, Hebrew school, singing lessons, a classmate’s house to start/finish a class project, rehearsal, etc. My secret weapon is the ALMIGHTY CARPOOL. While a fellow trusted SUPERPERSON grapples with the delicate emotions of one of my tired, hungry, grouchy, “I hate Hebrew School”, “My coach hates me, he never throws the ball to me” little darlings, I navigate the minefield of her precioius one’s “school sucks”, “I can’t believe we’re having chicken again tonight”,” FML”, (ask your own little precious one what that one means).  With carpools, I accomplish the seemingly impossible task of getting more than one person to four different activities in four differnt parts of town at four differnt hours. It also gives me other SUPERPERSONS to relate to, to share with, to bitch to (not that I ever do, of course, I am…da da da da da da…blah, blah,blah – just saying).
It’s 2:58 pm. I let go of my day. I clear my mind of all desires, needs, and personal thoughts. I sit quietly in Carpool line. I turn off the radio, the air condition. I roll down the windows and breathe in the last breathes of fresh air (never mind that it is 98 or 18 degrees). I bask in the silence. I promise myself, no, I swear that I will not loose my temper. I chant my mantra “I will not yell, I will not scream, I will not get upset at spilled juice or crumbs in my car, i will not nag, I will not ask brightly “how was your day” or “how was school” untill a full hour has passed and they have calmed down, I will not be dissapointed or expect too much honest communication, I can do this, I can do this”.  Slowly, I relax into the flow of my day, my life. For the next 2 or 3 hours (untill the nightly homework, dinner, shower nightmare starts, but that’s for another time) I am a Carpooling Mom. This is my job. Only I can coax a smile, a giggle out of a child who has been cooped up in a class all day with overwhelming demands placed on them. Even if the child is not my own. I have been carpooling some of these kids for over 10 years. I know them well and care for them like my own.
It’s 2:59 pm. I feel a funny feeling in the pit of my stomach and in the slience and fresh air streaming in through the open window, I let go of  thoughts and live in the moment. I realize that this funny feeling in my stomach is a flutter of excitement, of anticipation. I get to see my little ones soon. They will be safe. I get to hear their funny stories and smell the dust and dirt of their day without me. I get to be a Mom and solve their problems and make their world a better place. For a few hours, in my car, as I pick up and drive and drop off, I matter to these little beings. This is my alpha and omega.
It’s 3:00pm. The bell rings. I allow the sound of the bell to center me, to remind me of my purpose. I am calm, happy and in the moment,  fully aware and… hold it… what is that? Crap, it’s raining. That means one thing and one thing only. The pickup location has been changed. My carpool has a differnt pickup place when it rains. But, hmmm, it’s only a light rain. What will the kids think?  Where will they go? Sunny day pick up place or Rainy/Snowy day pick up place? I snap into full SUPERPERSON mode and reach for my best SUPERPERSON tool: my phone. With the click of one button on my Karpooler app, I alert the kids and their respective parents of the change of plans. My life is complete. I am at one with the universe. I have done my job.

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