Eldest Son finished the first phase of driver’s ed yesterday. That means that tomorrow he’ll run home from school and have me take him to the Secretary of State office for his permit, allowing him to drive with a parent until he’s sixteen and at that point he can apply for a driver’s license. I hope that I have this all straight because it’s nothing like when I was learning to drive.
Wow. This evokes all sorts of emotions in me but the word panic comes to mind first. The psychology books should have included “trusting your adolescent with your car” as a developmental stage of adulthood. It’s not just him I’m worried about, it’s everyone ELSE driving in their cars.
This takes the concept of autonomy and letting go to a new level. Yes, I know that thousands of parents go through this and do just fine. It’s just that this “first step” includes a 3,000 pound automated machine that’s capable of doing a lot more damage than anything else he’s learned to handle. This parenting stuff can be hard on ones nerves.