BoyGenius took his road test. He passed….he has a DRIVER’S LICENSE.
I guess this means he did obey all the stop signs and red lights and shoulder checked and did not speed.
And I do have confidence in his driving because we have been driving together quite a lot lately. At least, I had confidence until he uttered a fateful line after he found out he passed:
“Now I have the same license as you Mom, so I’m just as good a driver as you.”
The funny part of this test experience today was that I left him at the local Registry to do the paper work and get his temporary license because I had to rush to the other end of the city to pick up his sister from her day camp.
So he had to WALK home. LOL! Well, I sure thought this was funny, but he didn’t quite see it that way.
Then the worst thing happened….he asked to use my minivan tonight so he can take his girlfriend out for supper to celebrate. Oh. My. Heavens. How could I not anticipate that question and all the emotions that came with it? I was not prepared for the rush of anxiety and fear. Mostly fear.
Some of you have probably gone through all this before, but for me it was an absolutely heart wrenching moment…to hand my keys over to him. GULP.
|MY key…mine mine MINE!|
So I stood on the driveway as he drove away and did what every scrapbooking mom would do. I grabbed my camera and took photos.
These are the photos that break my heart.
Because not only is he driving away from me….he is officially leaving his childhood behind.
|A safer mode of transportation, with his Grandpa steering.|
I want my keys back, I want my van back….but most of all, I want my baby boy back.