I’m so thrilled I could dance a jig out in the school parking lot.
I may actually be happier than he is that he will be driving soon.
Flashback to the month my first child began to drive: I was a bundle of nerves ready to find any excuse for him NOT to take the wheel.
By day I scowled at speeding motorists jetting down the highway in their “death mobiles.”
By night my fears followed me into my dreams and I had nightmares about all sorts of horrible things happening to my son on the roadway.
Needless to say, I survived and so did he.
Now there is only joy that my middle one will be motoring around.
It’s not that I won’t worry about him.
I will, there’s no doubt about it.
The happiness comes as I see him prepare for another rite of passage … plus (big plus, HUGE plus) my days as chauffeur extraordinaire are numbered.
Can you say vvrrroooom vvrrrooom?