Last evening – okay, actually late afternoon, she did something to completely change the demographics of our household. I’m still reeling a little bit…
Yes, folks, we are now – officially – a three licensed driver household.
How did that happen? I mean – I know I say this too often in my life – but she really was just 2 the other day… beautiful, amazing, full of life, and going a bazillion miles a minute – and TWO. How did 16 happen so quickly?
She’s been hinting for MONTHS that she thinks she should be driving an adorable butter yellow VW bug – one of the new ones.
She has all of the confidence in the world that she will have a perfect driving record and never have a single mishap – may it be so!
She wants to do things like… drive to church for youth group all by herself.
When I was 16 I drove to Los Angeles from Portland by myself for the first time. Why am I so uptight about her driving the four minutes down the road to church? Okay – honestly, the trip to church doesn’t worry me so much. It’s the trips – well – pretty much EVERYWHERE else!
I asked a friend today – who is the mother of five children – three of whom are licensed drivers – if she ever got over the feeling of impending terror. She thought a minute, paused, and then said, “Um… no.”
I think part of what makes the whole thing so – well – daunting – is the fact that she’s young for her grade – and she’s talking about COLLEGE – like seriously. Like, “let’s fly across the country (ACROSS THE COUNTRY!) and check out this really cool college in the Spring, Mom & Dad!”
I don’t think I’m ready for her to grow up quiet yet. Can’t I have a rewind on a couple of the years? She is – quite possibly – the best kid on the planet, and I don’t want her growing up and going away. There – I admitted it. I’m already starting to miss her.
So… don’t tell her I blogged about her. I don’t think she’d be amused.