Red 1984 Berlinetta Camaro…

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Don’t worry this hasn’t become a Craigslisting.  Today after dropping 2/3 of my kids at their grade school, I saw it… something that makes my heart long and my mind relive memories of my youth and freedom.

Yep I saw an older Camaro.  It was white.  Not the classic cherry red that I had at 16.  But once my eyes saw it my mind had already given it a paint job and it was just like mine.  Oh how that car illustrates a different time of my life.  Unattached, naive, untouchable.  It also makes me think of exhilaration, freedom and speakers.

My Dad got the Camaro for my Mom.  She drove it for a few years as she went on home visits for Parents As Teachers.  Then when I turned 15 1/2, I learned how to drive a stick shift instead of a manual, so I would be ready for the Camaro.  I was determined to learn how to drive that car.  I begged to practice all the time.  Luckily living in the country gave me ample practice to drive us to “town” or to the “city”.  I loved it!  When I turned 16, I got the 1984 Berlinetta Camaro.

It was beyond cool.  It was an auto show “super spiff” (as my Dad would say) model.  So it had extra bells and whistles including the best sound system.  That is where the speakers come into my memory.  I would crank it up every time I could and I would SiNg!!!  Windows were often down and my long blonde hair would be blown back.  It was exhilarating.

The freedom of a set of wheels at 16 is amazing.  And I thought I was invincible.  I was grounded when on a warm spring day (about a month after getting my license) I was pulled over by a policeman.  I got my first ticket on highway 116. (I have only had 4 in 20 years… I think that is pretty good.  About every 5 years or so)  I even remember asking the very young, handsome officer if I would be getting a ticket.  And he replied in a sweet country-style, “Well, yes.  Yes ma’am you are.”  I wanted to die!  I remember the song on the radio that my sister and I had been belting out (Sweet Home Alabama) and everything about that moment froze in time.  We didn’t sing anymore that day and the windows of went up.

I was so worried about getting “it” when I got home that I was shaking.  This was before the days of having a cell phone, so I had to drive home and figure out something.  I was a kid that never got  “it”, but I was smart enough to know that I was in for “it”.  So much so that I bought a money order on the way home for the amount of the ticket and I even went to the small post office in Trimble and mailed my payment off!  Little did I know that was probably the worst thing I could do for our insurance.  I just wanted to hide the problem and end it all.  I reacted way too fast and I should have stopped for direction from my parents.

Do you ever jump too far when a little help could avert a disaster?

It is SOOO hard not to react fast.  I am trying to sit back, pray, and be still.  NOT shoot off the hip as much.

But oh the days of that 1984 Red Berlinetta Camaro and me…. utter bliss on a day like this. 

 

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About Kristin

I started this blog thing years ago in August 2011. I have made attempts to blog over the past three years of seminary, but it was like writing when drowning. But I have completed the bulk of my course work, so I know there is a God. I am currently in my capstone creation phase this fall. This allows me time to unravel a little and renew my passion for writing my ramblings. If you like what you read, share what it stirs in you or even share it with others. I write for you from me. A little about me... I have celebrated 16 years of wedded bliss and reality with my best friend for over 17 years. We have 3 wonderful kids that are all unique, amazing and different in their own way. Our first born is nearly a teenager. He loves talking, Scouts, reading, camping and science experiments. Our daughter is a decade old. She is our creative soul and a planner! She loves to spend time dancing, singing and nurturing/teaching her babydolls and us. She is very sweet to her brothers. Last but not least is our daring 6 year old red head boy. He broke the "Wooldridge Mold". He is the fastest runner, our busiest explorer, our deep philosopher and biggest joker, oh and he gives the best hugs. You know the long lingering kind that truly fuel your soul to sing. I have been a stay at home mom for nearly 13 years and I have found a groove that works for our family. (That grove doesn't mean I have it figured out. It just means I am good with asking for help and having my family help us survive.) Twelve years ago, I joined a local MOPS group and I have been the Coordinator for 1o years. This group has given me a chance to lead without working full time, support other women in my community and help refine my walk with God. I also attend Central Baptist Theological Seminary. I am pursuing a Masters of Divinity and loving every minute of it. I am currently working on my capstone project, which a ministry guide for the MOPS group I have lead for a decade. It will serve as a touchpoint for those in leadership and also as a sweet offering as my goodbye to meaningful work that touched every part of my life and taught me that I am called to pastor. My life isn't perfect as the paragraph above makes it seem. But I have traveled through those harder times and found strength and support through them. Hoping to use this blog as a spot to write my thoughts, feelings and stories as I keep on living life! God Bless you and keep you. We each need to remember the Divine is within each of us. Be kind to yourself and to others.

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