We were caught in a bit of traffic jam this past week--not a huge one, just a half an hour or so of stop and go. Keith gets tense in traffic. His jaw tightens. He squints. I always offer to drive. It doesn't get to me quite as much because I don't have to deal with it nearly as often.
This traffic back-up was like all the others with us in the front seats together. Keith pulled out of his lane a little to try to see what was going on up ahead. Usually he turns on the radio for an update. I always ask the same question--What difference does it make why we're stuck? We're stuck.
This time, this traffic jam, I understood why it matters to him. Knowing why something is happening makes it easier.
I wish I could see up ahead and know why I have to be stuck in this place. Why my baby is away from his mom. If I could get an update on how long I have to be without him, it might help. If I could be assured that taking a different route or a detour wouldn't have prevented the being stuck here, I might be able to get back up to speed.
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