Today, my second child got his driver’s license.
I hate it that he passed the driving exam.
No, not really, but then again, absolutely yes.
I’m just not ready for him to be this grown up. I’m not ready for him to be out on the vewwy scawwy roads where there are so many half-witted drivers not paying attention to the roads that my baby will be driving on.
I’m not ready for him to have this degree of independence. I kind of liked having some “alone” time with him in the car as he learned to drive. (Just for the record, he hated those sessions because I often clenched my teeth, gripped the door handle, and on very rare occasions, raised my voice just a tad too loudly.)
I know I’ll get over this feeling; I’m pretty nonchalant anymore about my oldest driving. And I do have to say that this child has been driving pretty sophisticated lawnmowers and tractors for a few years, so I know he’s a very capable driver.
Still… driving means that in a few years time he’ll be leaving.
I love my alone time. And I love my couple time with my husband.
But I also just really love my kids. I like having them around.
When they drive though, they’re not around as much. I’m having a hard time with that one – even though I homeschool – because it’s hard to not see him as just my “baby” anymore, but a responsible young adult….
Why is it so hard to let go?