I Am the Parent in this “Parent-Taught” Drivers Ed Scenario

Today is a big day for my son. On the other hand, I’m finding myself slightly nauseous and a wee anxious.

I’m taking my fifteen-year-old to the DMV to get his learner permit. If that isn’t terrifying enough, he’s asked to do parent-taught drivers ed.

And I stupidly agreed to do it.

The thought of having to be the one to teach him is a bit intimidating. I also confess to be most nervous about sitting next to him in the car when he is in control for the first time. I was pondering whether to get him some pre-ed lessons from the likes of the many traffic schools Alameda County or other locations that offer the same.

Let’s face it: I pump the imaginary brake enough as a passenger when my husband drives. I fear I will wear a spot in the carpeting, and I can’t do that, or I’ll make HIM more anxious – and he picks up, and reacts to my anxiety enough as it is. Maybe I should have got him some Driving Lessons Durham instead of trying to teach him…

But here’s my real secret concern: While I consider myself a good driver, but when it comes to actually teaching someone else to drive, will I measure up? Am I good enough to be an example? Have I already set a good example of safe driving? (as the realization hits me that he has been watching me for years.)

Well, crap.

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You can be certain that, as soon as I realized this would be in the cards, that I became hyper-aware of my driving, as well as that of others.

“Never do that.” Never mind that I might have done something similar yesterday.

“People don’t use their signals here so you just have to be alert.” Yes, I know I put mine on earlier than I should but it’s because that car is on my bumper.

I watch as someone rolls through the stop sign in front of us.

“Other drivers don’t always stop, either.” Did I count to five at the last stop?

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Mixed in with everything else is a tinge of sadness. This permit means he is one step closer to his drivers license, to more freedom and independence and stretching his wings, and a little bit closer to when he flies the nest for college.

And there we have it folks. Mama just wants to hold on to her baby a little bit longer. Being the teacher makes it a little too real.

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I think if we can find our patience and inner peace, we’ll have something to bond over during the next twelve months.

*blinks*

It’s not to late to enroll him in a course, right?

Thoughts and prayers are welcomed.

Today’s post was inspired by this week’s prompt from Five Minute Friday , which is intended to be a free write.

(More specifically, no editing, no over-thinking, no worrying about perfect grammar or punctuation.)

For five minutes flat.

Unedited*.

*Since I’m not a terrible rule follower and even worse with typos, this was TOTALLY edited for grammar, spelling and punctuation after that five minutes was up.