Go Karts

Yesterday at the go kart place, the boys kept telling anyone who'd listen in line that their mom used to come here. I, of course, was mad at myself for never thinking to take them here with Adri when I had a chance; she'd have loved to see them driving around where she used to drive around.

It's a constant struggle to quell regrets about things I could have done and said when I had a chance. It's not healthy and I usually know that I did all I could do, sometimes more than what would be expected or the norm, but the regrets still creep in and I try to banish them from my mind like some sort of emotional game of whack-a-mole (a game I was never that good at).

At one point a man arrived with his daughter who was about 12. He asked the procedure, where to buy tickets, etc. Then he asked if this was an activity for girls, saying he didn't know what was appropriate since she was his only child. Everyone at that point racing were boys.

 I told him that of course this is an activity for girls, that I had brought my only-child girl here when she was young, and that in fact those two boys were here children.

That made him smile and they decided to stay.