My Day as a Crazed Race Car Driver 😉

Today, my grandson turns 11. Every year, on his birthday, I can’t help but think about the day he was born. I wrote this post a few days after his birth that year, and I thought I’d hold off my post this week until today in honor of his birthday. (I have added a few more details, too.) This post originally appeared as The White Mini-Van Race Car . Enjoy! Picture this: a white mini-van ignoring all traffic rules, roaring along Atlanta's I-285, weaving and zipping between lanes. Who was that stupid driver? Me! But let me explain: "Mom, I need you to come. I'm in labor." (Phone call from my pregnant daughter.) "Are you going to the hospital now?" "No, I've got time. Just get here as soon as you can. The contractions are too strong for me to drive. I need you to take me." No problem. Right? Wrong! My daughter lives three hours away. AND, at that very moment an insurance adjuster crawled over my roof assessing the damage from a microbur