Do you ever just glance in that tiny, kiddie rearview mirror you have hanging below the main one and just think…wow, who is that amazing creature in my backseat? I do it a lot. You know, when I’m not thinking: “When is she gonna shut up so I can hear my Dr. Laura?!” Just kidding.
But I do love looking in that little rearview mirror and watching Greta just be Greta, especially when she doesn’t know I’m watching. The way she’ll chat up her dolls, or flip through a library book or even just sit there and sing with all the windows down and the crazy wind in her hair. It’s so magical and at the same time, I know that it’s so fleeting too. I mean, that little mirror isn’t gonna be around forever, and, hell, neither is the carseat for that matter.
The next thing you know Greta will be sitting next to me up front and asking to drive and borrow the car on weekends and shit. Crazy! But for now, I have my little mirror, my little window into her backseat world and I gotta admit, I love it…even when she’s interrupting Dr. Laura.