Where Does The Time Go

Every Day Is A Parade

One moment our children are young, helpless and need every boo-boo kissed. The next moment they are old enough to obtain a driver’s permit. I can’t believe I have another child behind the wheel of a car; at least for now it’s only with my husband or me in the car giving the do’s and don’ts of driving. The permit was given to my child within the last couple of weeks and we still haven’t made it to the open roads. So far the practicing has been limited to empty parking lots. The reason for this is because although I think my child is thrilled to have that piece of paper that says “I passed my classroom driver’s education class”, I don’t think my child is really feeling ready for the road. As any parent is well aware we know our teenagers want to act grown up but deep down they aren’t sure of themselves. I mention this because after the first week of getting the permit my child’s excitement seems to have worn off. Fine with me, we can take it slow because I’m in no hurry for the official “I can drive all by myself license”. I’ve been through that experience twice before and it is a nerve wrecker. I admit it – I’m a worry wart especially when it comes to my kids. So I say, “Honey take your time getting your feet wet, I’m still adjusting to the fact that you don’t need your boo-boo’s kissed anymore.”