|Not my son|
My girls are 11 and 7..... and my son is 20.
Yep...20. I can't even believe it.
I've been all through the male version of terrible two's, tween's, teen's, driver's license, graduating high school and leaving home.
While the leaving home part is the most heart wrenching, it's the getting the driver's license part that scared the ever living crap out of me.
|Not the best pic of me, I had the flu|
My son and I... We're two peas in a pod. Entirely too much alike, which may be the biggest reason we butted heads while he was growing up. Both of us, fiercely independent, musically driven and looking to the rules as
None of this made for easy child rearing... though it serves him well as a young adult.
Kyle's high school and teen age years were no piece of cake. I literally had to stalk him to keep him out of trouble. No lie. He'll tell you, and so will his friends. Mom would pop up in the most inconvenient places, at just the right moment. He hated that, but I was able to keep him from getting into any REAL trouble or danger by letting him get to the end of his rope without hanging himself. It was what I felt best at the time. (I'd do it again!)
When it came time for driver's testing and all that goes along with it, I wasn't very excited about moving forward. Driver's license meant a whole new area of independence. At 17, that's not always fabulous. Teenagers have this way of believing they're invincible, immortal. This makes the entire driver's license thing even more terrifying, as a parent.
We paid for driving lessons. He got his permit and then we got him his first vehicle.
Now came for the practice driving. You must have a family member, licensed driver over the age of 18 in your vehicle while "practicing" on your permit. Most of the time, I was the "lucky" candidate.
The drives were absolutely TERRIFYING!
We live in the mountains, in the woods. Our roads are dark, twisty, turny, wooded roads. The speed limit is like 50 - which is also a suggestion.
THESE are the roads I drove with my son on to "practice".
I was making HIM nervous.
I held onto the "Oh Shit Handle" like it was my only saving grace. I'd have closed my eyes, but I wanted to see what was coming.
Luckily we survived.
My son got his driver's license, along with his new sense of independence.
I learned to ease up a bit and let him grow in his own way.
None of this was easy, but he's learned to become a responsible young adult. I don't mind driving with him nearly as much as I used to.
He's grown now. Out of the house and serving our country.
I couldn't be more proud.
So you're kid is getting their driver's license, huh??
Don't sweat it....
It's just the next step of this whole parenting gig.
It'll all be just fine.
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