It’s that time of my life again…. I’m getting old fast. My little blond haired son who stuttered and yelled every word while he ran instead of walking anywhere…. just got his driver’s permit. He was three-years-old about six months ago. How does this keep happening to me? In the past few years, every time he would comment on my driving (like suggesting that I could have made it through the light I stopped at) I would tell him to add two more months past his 16th birthday for a possible driving date. Funny how he stopped commenting about six or eight months ago…. hoping I would forget all the months that were added. I have not. What do you think I am? Old?
Before my 15 1/2-year-old got his permit, I mentioned to my husband that I’m not real comfortable riding with my eldest son behind the wheel. The last time he drove the van was in 1999 and HE WAS THREE! He hit a fire hydrant and the van got a hole bashed in the rear bumper. Yes, he went in reverse AND drive! It’s all still so clear in my motherly-horror-of-horrors-memory. Back to my comment to my husband. He responded as a more-than-confident father, “He’s a great driver. He’s a guy. He’ll do fine. He’s my son.” I rolled my proverbial eyeballs. Our 18-year-old daughter did an involuntary sputter/choke/laugh. She then questioned, “What does Dad know that the insurance companies don’t know?” GREAT question.
Thankfully, my eldest son actually IS a confident and safe driver so far. We have not ventured onto the highway yet, but his success in parking lots and side streets is quite good. I’m actually feeling more confident now than when my very nervous and cautious daughter started this process three years ago.
Two student drivers down. Two to go. God help us!