Even now, when I’m driving and have to break unexpectedly, just as quickly and automatically as my foot presses on the break pedal, my right arm flies out in front of the empty passenger seat protecting the child who sat there many years ago. I wonder if the day will come when I just stop doing this and I wonder how that will make me feel. Will it make me sad when my right arm finally has to accept what my brain has been telling it is true, the children are all grown up.
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I don’t think you ever quite get past that. I still reach for the shifter every time I come to an intersection – and I haven’t driven a stick in 17 years. And that’s nowhere near as instinctive as the Protective Mom Mode.
that’s funny. maybe I will always do it. weird.