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Hanging in car windows rather than on metal posts, the familiar Baby on Board yellow diamond is not an official sign, but it is much more likely to draw my attention than many signs warning of deer, icy bridges, or the like. As a driver, I take extra precaution around these vehicles and give them a wide berth as I speed past them and their cautious ways.
This weekend, however, marked the first long drive I took with my boy. We spent part of our Thanksgiving with family some 150 miles up I-95. While I’ve seen traffic stretch the drive to a five and six hour, curse-laden, ordeal behind the wheel, the drive normally takes about two-and-a-half hour, which is also about how long my two-month old can nap between feedings – and that’s a maximum. The result of this scenario led to me to abandon my cautious, safety-first, Baby-on-Board mentality for a speed-first, comin’-through, Parent-on-Board mentality.
Expecting to see terrible holiday traffic, I took to the highway Sunday (the drive up was on Black Friday and saw little traffic) with the sole concern of getting home before the baby woke up. Nothing else mattered. I drove like a crazy person and silently judged those who dared to slow me down. I risked life and limb, weaving through the cars that were cruising ten miles over the speed limit. I shook my fist at whoever decided to build left lane exits and entrances. “Out of the way!” my mind screamed. “I have a Baby on Board, people! I need to get home!” The sleeping baby was like a ticking bomb. I had to get home before he blew.
About halfway through my drive, I zoomed past a group of slow moving cars only to notice that I just passed a cop. I was going twenty-five miles over the speed limit. I slowed down to the speed of traffic, briefly, but didn’t hesitate to return to my speeding ways when I felt I was in the clear. Law be damned! I raced onward, single-mindedly.
Even with a few slow spots, we made the trip, door-to-door, in just over two hours. That’s far from a record, but impressive nonetheless. In the final miles, the baby began to stir. He was waking up peacefully, and I could almost hear him think “how much further” as we eased into our neighborhood.
I declare victory for this parent, and I believe I just earned my stripes as a Parent on Board.
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