I'm having to drive my youngest to school because hubby's new job is in the other direction now. I made her drive this morning though she didn't want to. She was supposed to have her license by January -- at least that's what we told her. But here it is and no license. She will be 17 next month and, I think, she would let me drive her everywhere from now on if that were possible. Hmmm..shades of my mother. Anyway, she's not a bad driver but she's, well, terrified, I guess. My other two were anxious to drive, wanted to and did as soon as they could. At this point, I'm despairing that Carrie will ever get her license. All of her friends are driving but even that doesn't spur her on.
I started laughing on the way to the school this morning -- I shouldn't have but I couldn't help it. The look on her face was priceless. She was furious that I made her drive (she drives home every day but, somehow this was different) and she said absolutely nothing on the way there -- and she was doing things she knew better than to do. It's ridiculous. I mean, how does she expect to go off to college in a year and a half, if she's afraid to drive? I'm beginning to think she needs driving lessons with a professional -- maybe she'd get more confidence that way. I don't know. I'm never seen anything like it.
Yesterday, Mark and I had to travel to my aunt's funeral. We had several things going on -- Mark had to cancel all of his patients, one of the dog's was scheduled for surgery and Carrie had to get a ride home. Because she can't drive. Of all of those things, the most problematic was getting her home. At this point, this shouldn't even be an issue. And it's not like driving in Augusta is like driving in Atlanta.
Remembering my own experiences with learning to drive, I wasn't that crazy about it either -- but I wanted the freedom that driving myself allowed. The other thing was that, back then, they actually had Driver's Ed in school -- so that's where I learned most of what I needed to know. Those were the days. Except I wouldn't go back to being 17 for anything. Okay, maybe for something -- like a body that would do what I told it to do -- but, otherwise, no.
So, here I am, having to drive my nearly 17 year old and having to drive my nearly 85 year old.
I think I'll put a sign on the side of the car:
Lynn's Taxi Service. I'll be there in a minute.
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I'm having a similar problem with my youngest. She has her permit but doesn't seem to be in any hurry to get her license. My oldest (now 26) got her license the first day she was eligible, but the middle one (noe 24) was 18 before she got her license. The middle one just doesn't like to drive - period!
ReplyDeleteI know I shouldn't be pushing the youngest out of the nest so soon, but Mom's Taxi Service is getting a little old.
The worst thing is having to always keep my eye on the clock -- if I'm out shopping, etc., I have to finish up so that I can pick her up on time. It's getting very tiresome.
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