My daughter turns 16 in a few weeks. My daughter turns 16 in a few weeks. My daugh…sorry. I’m a little spooked. How is this possible? Wanna know something even stranger – she’ll be driving a car soon. DRIVING a car. My baby. On a road.
My husband’s been taking her for test drives, I’ve done a couple of tours with her myself – and it’s all good. She’s careful. She’s smart. She’ll be fine (but did I mention she was a baby?). I’m coming to grips with it. Cause you know, it’s all about me.
But sometimes, I drive around try and imagine her in one of the cars on the road with me. This freaks me out even more. In my head she’s driving really well. Not texting. Seat belt on. Focused. All good. But then I look at all the other drivers on the road with my daughter in her imaginary car. I start cursing at the Blue Honda swirving in and out of lanes, and at the truck that’s going way too fast for the curvy road we’re on. I’m fuming at them for being on the same road with my imagination. By the time I get home I decide my daughter will never be let out of the house again.
And by the way, I’m the laid back parent. The go-with-the-flow parent. If my husband and I were to make lists of the most important things my daughter needs to remember about driving, here’s what our two lists would look like. Guess which list is mine?
Come on. Admit it. You check for murderers in your backseat too right? Right?
*I wrote half this post on my ipad and the other half on my phone. I couldn’t figure out a way to get the list from one to the other when I combined the two – and my iclouds aren’t working or something. So sorry about the weird photo/insert thingie.