Wednesday, February 15, 2012

Your Coming and Going

One more step towards independence was taken today.  And I am having very, very mixed feelings about all of this.

Because somewhere in my mind, when I picture my son driving, I picture this:



And yet the reality is he looks like this:



Some lady, who I'm sure is very nice and thoroughly qualified, drove with my son for about 7 minutes and determined that he is ready to be out and about among all of us as a licensed driver! 

Here's the nice lady inspecting my son's ability to use hand signals.

And here is my son showing off his parallel parking skills.  Points deducted for hitting the curb during this parking job.  And points deducted for hitting the curb when he backed around the corner.  The lesson here?  If you see this car backing around a corner, keep well away from the curb.  And, yes, I was the crazy mother standing in the window taking pictures of this.  And I just may have said out loud, "Oooh, turn sharper!  Ooh!  YES!"  And complete strangers may have smiled and asked if this was my first time with a child taking a driving test.


Once the handsome picture was taken and we were back outside, with keys in hand my son informed me that since he was now a licensed driver, I was officially now just a passenger and no longer an instructor.  Uh, no.  We cleared that one up pretty quickly.

So, Mr. 90%-Passed-On-My-First-Try, be careful out there.  Be wise.  Another milestone, another reality check for your momma that you are racing towards independence.  Very appropriate, and I'm glad for it.  But remember to be gentle with me in this season.

And always, always remember:

"The Lord will keep you from all harm, he will watch over your life; the Lord will watch over your coming and going both now and forevermore." Psalm 121:7-8

I am praying this for you, that He will watch over your coming and going.  You do your part, let Him do His. 

Congratulations!  (I think.)  And I love you.  (I know!!)

2 comments:

  1. Oh Leanne, I remember those days with both my kids. Yikes! Now it is my fifteen year old grand daughter. It's still hard.

    Love you,
    Lois

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  2. Oh my, I don't know if I want to congratulate or send my condolences....yes, one more step out the door.Yikes!

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