Age-related memory loss apparently is God's way of letting you forget you never meant for your children to drive. At least that you didn't want to be on the road when it happened.
I admit that I have secretly been concerned when friends' teenagers began to travel the neighborhood in thousand-pound metal cocoons that alternately accelerate and stop abruptly. And some small part was me was quietly pleased that I did not have to turn over my keys to a teen.
Then it happened. My daughter turned 15 and said the magic words; When are you going to teach me to drive?
And I'm thinking, "Never. Never works for me."
But I support independence, and I never want my daughter at the mercy of a 16-year-old boy for a ride anywhere, so I said, "You'll have to get a permit first."
I fully expected to delay that when I made her father responsible for getting a study guide. And it was working. Until one day I'm driving past the satellite drivers bureau and some automagic list-ticking bell went off in my head and before I thought twice I had pulled in, picked up the book and delivered it to my teen.
What was I thinking? I can't remember, honest.
So now she's studying for the permit test. And I just hope I remember to forget to take her.
Failing that, I hope to remember to warn you.
Monday, October 22, 2007
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