Buckle Yourself In & Enjoy the Ride 

When my wife went into labor with our daughter, we spent a long, uncertain night in the hospital. My driver’s license said I was 26, but I was a kid myself—completely out of my depth. If I left my wife’s side to go to the bathroom or cafeteria to grab a soda, I wasn’t even sure how to get back to her room. I worried I would miss everything.

A nurse checked on me at one point, looking past the monitors and charts to catch my eye. I still remember her advice like it was yesterday. It was simple, direct, and focused entirely on the journey:

“Enjoy the ride,” she told me. Then added, “It goes quick.”

The Survival Years

I think of those six words every so often. I think about how much time we spent back then worrying about simply getting through the day. How were we going to survive the endless cycle of diapers, baby formula, and late-night feedings? Once we scraped through that, how were we going to survive the battle of potty training? The days felt impossibly long, but somehow, we made it through.

Enjoy the ride.

White-Knuckling the Passenger Door

A few years down the road, a whole new wave of panic set in when the kids reached driving age. We worried endlessly about hand position, blind spots, and bad weather. But the kids? They took to the wheel like they’d been born for it. Mom and Dad were white-knuckling the passenger door, frightened half to death, while they were in absolute heaven—keys in hand, tasting their first real slice of freedom.

Buckle yourself in and enjoy the ride.

The Silence

Now, the house has grown quiet. The constant noise, the scattered shoes, and the daily chaos have all cleared out. The kids have moved on to build their own lives, though they come back to visit every once in a while.

Standing in the kitchen recently, hearing them tell us how much they love and miss us, that nurse’s voice comes right back into focus. We rarely realize we’re living through “the good old days” while we’re right in the thick of them.

What about you? What’s a memory from another era of your life that you find yourself returning to? Let’s talk in the comments.


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  1. I feel like life’s stages passed as quickly as your blog post did! It’s difficult to embrace some of the stages because you are so busy living in them; looking back is so bittersweet. There are things I miss, and things I’d never do again, and plenty of things I’d change if I could.

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  2. We rarely realize we’re living through “the good old days” while we’re right in the thick of them. Ain’t that the truth?! It speaks to how a great a job you did parenting that your kids come back singing your praises. 😊

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  3. Beautiful post-I have so many memories through the years, I feel like I grew up with my kids and at the end when they were grown, and on their own, I said well we all survived

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  4. My time in youth group will always bring back memories. From middle into high school we did a lot of fun things and I made life long friends. And then as a youth leader I knew everything they were up to because my crew had done it already years before and the kids wondered how we were so smart. Lol. Good times.

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  5. They always say, “Enjoy the ride,” but that’s a lot easier said than done when you’re in the moment. I remember the sleepless nights, the financial struggles, the constant worry. It was hard to think of enjoying anything about that ride, but it’s funny how you romanticize things over time, you know? Because, yeah: I’d absolutely revisit some of those moments if I could.

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  6. It does quickly. Our son turn 34 in November. You think you’ll remember everything, and yet some of those memories float away into the ether. Thank goodness for photographs. Our grandson is almost two and a half, and I’m loving a second chance to go through it all again.

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  7. It’s funny how often we spend one season wishing for the next, only to reach the next and find ourselves looking back with longing. Maybe part of wisdom is learning to recognize the treasure while it’s still in our hands—the ordinary dinners, the noise from the other room, the interruptions we thought we were too busy for. Life rarely announces, “Pay attention, you’re making a memory right now.” I think that nurse gave you far more than six words of advice that night.

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  8. I found some pictures of my youngest daughter when she was around 6 in a book the other day and all of a sudden I couldn’t recognize her anymore in the 17 years old young woman she is now, then she laughed and I did and remember when I used to drive the two of them to the “ witch forest” look I g to see the witch, of course it was all myinvebtion but they were convinced to have seen her once because “ I thought I spotted her” and then the memory of me and my grandad cycling in a wooded path being careful not to disturbed the wolf came to me. The more I get old and remember the old days with daughters as young, the more the beautiful memory with my grandad comes to me more and more often.

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  9. What a lovely and well-crafted essay. I do look at parents and gasp to myself at how impossibly young they seem. I think that’s absolutely crucial. With that youth comes the energy needed to get through all those trying moments.

    I think because I never had children, I missed all those milestone moments. The first day of school. The transition to middle school or high school. First dance. Graduation. Marriage… Without those moments reminding me of how time is flying by, I woke up one day to find a white-haired old lady looking back at me in the mirror. What the heck happened? Time evaporates.

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  10. My trip home from the hospital with our first born I’ve written about. A nurse from a different department was covering for someone in the baby division. She tripped on the curb and threw baby Robert up into the air as I went from wheelchair to car seat. My husband, who played on the same football team as Ronnie Lott in high school, rose to the occasion and made the catch! We drove the one mile home from the hospital at less than 3 miles per hour.

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  11. Oh this tugs at my heart, Brian. It really does feel like it goes by oh so quickly. 🙏 I’m glad you have those moments to see your grown children give all that love back to you both.

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