Choosing Calm in the Car

Car rides are small pressure cookers. A child is tired, you’re late, and the conversation slips. I keep one rule now: I will not correct in anger in the car. I breathe. I wait. Calm in the car has saved more moments than I can count.

I’m learning that the quiet decisions matter most. The small, steady yes. The pause instead of the speech. The look of respect instead of the glare.

There is a version of me that wanted to be seen as right. There is a better version that wants to be seen as safe.

I’m learning that the quiet decisions matter most. The small, steady yes. The pause instead of the speech. The look of respect instead of the glare.

There is a version of me that wanted to be seen as right. There is a better version that wants to be seen as safe.

I’m learning that the quiet decisions matter most. The small, steady yes. The pause instead of the speech. The look of respect instead of the glare.

There is a version of me that wanted to be seen as right. There is a better version that wants to be seen as safe.

I’m learning that the quiet decisions matter most. The small, steady yes. The pause instead of the speech. The look of respect instead of the glare.

There is a version of me that wanted to be seen as right. There is a better version that wants to be seen as safe.

I’m learning that the quiet decisions matter most. The small, steady yes. The pause instead of the speech. The look of respect instead of the glare.

There is a version of me that wanted to be seen as right. There is a better version that wants to be seen as safe.

I’m learning that the quiet decisions matter most. The small, steady yes. The pause instead of the speech. The look of respect instead of the glare.

There is a version of me that wanted to be seen as right. There is a better version that wants to be seen as safe.

I’m learning that the quiet decisions matter most. The small, steady yes. The pause instead of the speech. The look of respect instead of the glare.

There is a version of me that wanted to be seen as right. There is a better version that wants to be seen as safe.

I’m learning that the quiet decisions matter most. The small, steady yes. The pause instead of the speech. The look of respect instead of the glare.

There is a version of me that wanted to be seen as right. There is a better version that wants to be seen as safe.

I’m learning that the quiet decisions matter most. The small, steady yes. The pause instead of the speech. The look of respect instead of the glare.

There is a version of me that wanted to be seen as right. There is a better version that wants to be seen as safe.