My Lazy River Child turned 16 last weekend. Of course you know what everyone wanted to know as her birthday approached. "Are you taking her to get her driving permit???"
The answer is no. No I'm not.
Like my daughter, I too was an eldest child. I was well behaved, but my mom didn't always handle my milestones with ease. She wasn't too hip on handing over the mini-van wheel to me. This didn't stop her from doing the old "wink, wink" at my daughter as she loudly suggested to a room full of family that she feels her granddaughter, her oldest grandchild, is definitely ready to drive.
If my boobs were as perky as they were when I was 16 my jaw would have hit them. This is MY MOTHER, the same woman who referred to my car as a 3000 pound bullet and encouraged me to wait until I was 18 to get my license, who had me stop at a stop sign on a hill before I had fully mastered driving the standard car we were in. She thought it was pretty funny, but I'm still convinced she did it to scare me out of going for my license...because she loved me and was scared of me driving.
At my girl's family birthday party, my 8 year old nephew gave my daughter a key chain "for someday," then turned and looked over his shoulder at me, with a "shame on you" type of look that only the youngest kid in the family can give.
I felt almost as bad as when the kids found out I threw the guinea pig away instead of burying it. (It was January and I didn't want to keep a dead pig in the freezer till' thaw.)
I'll admit, being the mother of a 16 year old has me feeling a bit out of my league. I mean, I wasn't much older than she is now when I graced the world with her. My parenting skills teeter-totter between stuff I've learned from used parenting books, well meaning school teachers, and well honed seat-of-my-pants flying skills. So, when something is big, as big as this, I go with my gut and my gut has a lot to say about this particular subject.
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