driving..a rite of passage

learning to drive is a rite of passage. not just for the nervous teenager but for the parents.

this last monday, my daughter (oldest) got her temps. in wisconsin, that is a license to learn to drive behind the wheel. her dad and i took her out for breakfast, totally played hookie, and then to get her permit. i knew it was a big day.

i picked her up at practice that night, and she wanted to drive home. there was no reason to say no. i'd never seen her behind the wheel before. as she pulled out from the curb, i started to laugh. now anyone with a teenager daughter would know that this response was not met well by my dd. i didn't know why i was laughing. nerves, maybe. or the humor of the fact that i at 37 am sitting in the passenger side while my dear baby is driving. but probably nerves.

i am trying to supress my giggles, which have now turned into tears. dd is not happy. while she realizes that i'm not doing this intentionally, or maliciousy, she is annoyed.

even through mom's hainous reaction, we make it into the driveway safely. i can breathe at last.

i truly think this driving is a rite of passage for the parents. much more so than the kids.