Sometimes I feel like I’m the last to know in my house.
Most recent case-in-point: My husband took our 15-year-old daughter out for a drive — where he let her drive. This happened a few weeks ago when I was out of town for several days. And it seems that it was a secret, until my husband let it slip.
He even took a picture of her behind the wheel on his cell phone, which I’ve now seen. And when I asked my daughter about the experience, she broke into a wide smile.
OK, just so you aren’t worried that he was jeopardizing any lives by doing this, they drove to a very large parking lot at a nearby park and that was where she took the wheel, learning how to steer, use the gas and brake pedals and generally, just getting comfortable being in the driver’s seat. To my knowledge — which may not say much — this is the only time she’s been behind the wheel.
She turns 16 in January — about 2 and a half months from now — and is eager for that driving permit. She’s already checked and let me know that her birthday falls on a Friday. She’s asked if I can get off work, take her to the DMV on that day so she can take her written test and get said permit. This will allow her to sign up for the school-sponsored driver’s ed course during the second part of the year, rather than waiting until summer or next fall, when most of the current sophomores will end up taking their training.
I’m not sure I’m ready for another driver in the house! But like most things that have to do with family life, they often come at you before you’re ready.