A Back Seat Perspective

While I was down in good old Utah County visiting with my family, I decided I would make a trip to Cooks Greenhouse and Nursery, (I just love that place, if I could have a whole day to myself, I think that is where I would go and wander). My niece Sydney asked if she could come along and I just couldn't resist her cute little dimpled smile and plea to go, so after a little begging I let her jump in the car and we were off.

Sydney politely asked me to put on some music, (after all, conversations with me aren't always that stimulating) and so I turned up the music, we rolled the windows down and for one second life was going really well, and then along came trouble to my little paradise.
Sydney says to me, "Aunt Michelle why is everything in your car broken"?
"Broken?" I asked. "What's Broken"?
My car was once my baby, (back before I actually had children) and I really took care of it, I just couldn't believe she would call my car broken.
"All these things", she says as she points to all the missing little pieces of plastic that once covered the screws and hardware that attached the little handles (that are right above the windows) to the body of the car. "They are missing just like your door handle is missing".
And much to my embarrassment I have to admit, Sydney was right. Time has taken it's toll on my little car, what was once new and fancy is now old and weathered, it just took a little honesty and a back seat perspective.
Thanks Syd for keeping things real.