Caroline got her regular drivers license this past week, and can now legally drive without Julie or me in the car. It was on Tuesday, 9/11. I'm inclined to wise-crack on the date, but don't want to minimize true tragedy.
For a parent, as most of my readers surely already know, it may not be a tragedy, but it's traumatic. How can a kid of 16 be nearly ready enough to drive? Even with all that learners permit practice. All by herself in the rough and tumble world of traffic. At least we live in a bucolic city; i can't imagine what big-city parents must feel.
Caroline, of course, is loving her new-found freedom. She comes home with a grin on her face. I hear her pull into the garage, stereo blasting of course. Doesn't take them long to learn that. And, driving that Sebring convertible, i know she's going to draw extra stares from boys and young men. Not a fun time for dad.
P.S. Just kidding about the loan, but not the prayer.
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I taught both my kids to drive. Rylee was more of a natural, but Jordan is BY FAR the better driver. I'm amazed Rylee hasn't been in a fender bender yet. She tail gates, speeds, takes her eyes off the road for long periods (to select and load CDs), and did I already mention she tail gates? I mean REALLY tail gates!
I taught her to drive, but I won't ride with her anymore. My heart can't take the extra stress. My son, Jordan, on the other hand is a very careful and measured driver. He struggled at first in learning when to brake (always waited too long, initially... made for some close calls).
I guess I can't complain. My kids have been on the road a collective 8 years or so, and so far not one ticket or accident. Of course I'm convinced Rylee has probably flirted and/or cried her way out of some that I don't know about!
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