As Hubby and I are sitting at the dinner table he says I need some soda.
Then he proceeds to say to my surprise, I’m gonna have Teen 1 drive me to the store.
At that point my eyes bugged out and my head tilted like a puppy dog.
You see, she’s taken the online course.
She’s received the certification in the mail.
She’s begged and pleaded for us to take her to get her permit.
But each time I make up some excuse.
Not right now.
Our insurance is going to skyrocket.
We only have one car.
Or my personal favorite, saying nothing just silence.
Then he begins to call out “Teeeeeen 1!”
She comes out of the room and he asks, You wanna drive me to the store?
Her face lights up and she may even be standing on her tippy toes.
Really? Yeah, sure! She promptly replies.
Now my stomach is turning, my palms are sweating, and my heart is racing.
Then I realize that I’m in denial.
She’s 16 and a half
She’s growing up
My little tiny baby girl that kept me up all night because she would only drink 2 oz of milk every 2 hours…
My baby with the chubbiest legs you’ve ever seen, the one that had me worried she couldn’t hold up all that weight on her tiny feet to walk…
My little toddler who was THE most stubborn, hard headed child I’ve gone through yet…
Is almost an adult.
We proceed to the car.
Hubby in the front.
I’m sitting in the back next to The Boy.
The Boy is completly excited about this.
I on the other hand, am not.
Teen 1 begins to back out of the driveway
Slowly in reverse.
Looking over her shoulder very cautiously.
She then proceeds to drive down our street.
Breathing, inhale(that’s me)
Hubby is guiding her carefully.
Slowly, very slowly she goes.
Give it some gas we tell her.
I don’t like gas, I’m scared of gas she replies.
At 10-15 miles an hour we creep down the streets of our tract.
It takes us 5 mins to drive half a mile.
Wheh…my baby girl drives like a grandma…
For now anyway…