Speed-Bumps: The Bane of My Existence

Driving through a city, we do what we can to avoid speed-bumps. Swerving, aligning the tires of our cars just so to minimize the jolt. For older cars, we might do it as to limit the impact on our shocks that we should have replaced months ago. The purpose of these god-forsaken heaps of cement and tar are to slow our pace, but how many people only slow-down prior to driving over? I see it all the time, and I'm guilty of being one of these drivers too. To add insult to injury, I fill with dread as I approach a speed bump, because (more often than not) I have a sleeping child in the backseat. I cringe and peek in my rear-view mirror to see if he woke up or was jerked into some contorted position that freaks out any new mother. Head hanging forward...how will they breath? I think to myself. Like life, it is unnecessary worry and self-induced stress as he continues to sleep or rights his position moments later. Only now, I hold onto the knowledge that soon he will be a teenager; and those same speed-bumps will be a comfort to me, knowing that he will be forced to slow-down, if only for a moment.