This August my son turned 16.
We had purchased a 1997 white Mercury Marquis for him back in January so he'd had plenty of time to get used to "his" car. I love this car, it has everything a mom could want in a first car for their kid (except for the huge back seat, but we won't go there), it's big, white and has air bags and it doesn't get good gas mileage so he won't go far.
His birthday was on a Wednesday, which meant he could go and get his license that day. That morning we prepared to make the trip to the DMV. We gathered all of the documents he would need and grabbed the checkbook. My husband drove our car and I rode with J the 10 miles to the small town where he'd take his test. The plan was he would pass and drive himself back to our town and go to band camp and we would head on to work.
We got to the DMV just as it was opening and were the second people in line. Shortly they called our number and J headed up to the counter, paperwork in hand. The next thing we knew he was headed out on his driving test, leaving us to sit and wait trying to hide our anxiety. About 15 mins. later J returns with the instructor. He walks right past us and heads back up to the counter. The instructor gave us "the nod", whew, he had passed!
My husband went up and signed the checks and we waited for J's photo to be processed and for him to get his hot little laminated license. He was very pleased with himself!
The three of us then headed out to the parking lot where my husband and I proceeded to climb into our car while we watched J get into his, alone!
We both pulled out of the lot and headed for the interstate.
We took the south bound ramp while J took the northbound. As we were rounding the "clover" I looked over and saw J in his big, safe, white car merging onto the interstate.
I started bawling! I'm nout usually "that" kind of mom.
My husband just patted me on the back and said it was very endearing.
This motherhood thing is tough!
