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Where Is A Cradle When I Need One?

Oct
19

He got his driver’s license (level one of the graduated driver’s license in West Virginia) today.

He passed the test. I said, “Great.” :no:

I spent the morning gathering documents to make sure he could get the driver’s license. I spent days earlier in the week dealing with other details, getting his school enrollment card signed, etc. I spent time at the DMV a month ago standing in line 20 minutes to get the study manual so he could prepare for the test. I looked up the website to find where he could take a practice test online. I took a chunk of writing time out of my day today to pick him up at school at lunchtime and take him to the DMV.

While we were sitting at the DMV, I said, “You know, we could just go home.” Home. And put him in a cradle. Or a stroller. Anywhere but behind the wheel of an automobile.

He said, “Why would we go home?”

I said, “Because I have no idea why I have gone to all this trouble to help you do something I don’t want you to do.”

He said, “Because this is what you’re supposed to do.”

I said, “I know………”

That doesn’t mean I have to like it, does it?

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Posted by Suzanne McMinn on October 19, 2006  

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  1. 10-19
    7:21
    pm

    Suzanne – I think that all Mom’s feel the same way…..I know I did when both my kids wanted to drive, and I know my Mom did as well, must be something that is built into Mom’s……. :roll:

  2. 10-19
    8:33
    pm

    Um…no. :no:
    Such are the trials and tribulations of parenthood.
    Damn it. :wall:
    Grins*

  3. 10-19
    11:32
    pm

    I cried like a baby when my son got his Learner’s Permit. He was too young and not enough experience and Momma couldn’t afford the insurance so why didn’t he wait a few years etc. I got the “you’ve lost it” look so I had to give in.:cry: Didn’t have to like it though. A couple of years later, I had to go through the same scenario with my daughter.:hissyfit: They are both excellent drivers today, so I guess They were right. My son is a paramedic and he loves driving the ambulance as fast as he can and Momma’s heart is in her throat every shift he works, so I guess we never really let them go. You will survive also, Suz. Just put on your ” I am not afraid” face and pray. Hugs to all.:wave:

  4. 10-20
    8:09
    am

    I think this is a “Mom” thing that everyone goes thru; I know my mother did also and I now understand why. No matter how excellent they may turn out as drivers you worry every time they get behind the wheel.

  5. 10-20
    8:40
    am

    When my niece started driving six months ago, my brotheer was beside himself. He’s an ER doc and has seen what a car can do a sixteen year-old.

    He asked, but the city of El Paso wouldn’t let him wrap the city in bubble wrap.

    He admits (reluctantly) she’s a good driver.

    Now for the funny part. She came home on Monday and said she probably got nailed by a “red-light” camera that afternoon.

    “No driving for a week.” my brother proclaimed. On Wednesday, Dr. Clueless asked how come the traffic lights have white lights flashing. My niece told him, and got her driving privileges back. Still haven’t figured out how my brother completely zoned out on the cameras.

  6. 10-20
    4:24
    pm

    (((Hugs))) It’s so hard seeing them grow up.

  7. 10-21
    7:30
    pm

    Although I’m the oldest child in our family, I took my sweet time learning to drive. I was 25 and the next sibling who is 5 and a half years younger learned when he was 16. So I think my parents more or less sweated it out with him and since I was more “mature” when I started–although I almose turned the car upside down in a ditch the first time my father took me out–I guess they thought I was ready for it. My father, however, decided he’d let a real driving school train me.

    I learned just in time to be able to drive the car while my parents and the two youngest were in Europe where my father had to go for a conference. Since shopping was not easy without a car, they decided I’d better know how to do it. It took me 3 tries to get the actual license. I’m sure the second guy failed me because when he asked if he could smoke, I asked him not to. The atmosphere in the car turned noticeably frosty. But I’d had lung problems, so…

    I know my sister felt the same way you do about her 4 kids–especially since there is nothing for her or my brother-in-law left to drive. :wink: So they tend to be stuck on the farm.

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