Every once in a while, my world tips ever so slightly and I lose my balance, arms flailing, as I try to cope. This is one of those times.
My 15 year old son (16 tomorrow!) has been driving me all over town. He got his temps back in winter, but never had much interest to drive until lately. Now, under my supervision, he's taking me here, there, everywhere. Yesterday was his first time on the highway and except for his death grip on the steering wheel, he did great.
I have an older son. I've been through this before. I should already have coping mechanisms in place, yet here I am again, arms flailing. I was doing just fine before getting on that highway yesterday. But as I looked over at him, took in his freckles, the braces, the gorgeous golden green eyes, all I could see was him as a toddler behind the wheel of his red and beige cozy coupe on his second birthday (he even had a death grip back then).
Then, to make my balance that much more precarious, last night at his casual birthday sleep-over party, one of his friends drove himself to my house. In his own car. Alone. That's right, my little boy now has friends who have licenses.
When did this all happen? How do they grow up so fast? Why is it that a decade can pass in the blink of an eye?
I'm not sure. All I have to say, is that I better start putting those coping mechanisms in place (firmly) because my daughter (my youngest) is growing up faster than I'd like, too. And I'm afraid that when she starts driving (or, Dear Heavens, dating), all the flailing in the world isn't going to help me keep my balance.
If anyone has coping tips, I'm listening!
My 15 year old son (16 tomorrow!) has been driving me all over town. He got his temps back in winter, but never had much interest to drive until lately. Now, under my supervision, he's taking me here, there, everywhere. Yesterday was his first time on the highway and except for his death grip on the steering wheel, he did great.
I have an older son. I've been through this before. I should already have coping mechanisms in place, yet here I am again, arms flailing. I was doing just fine before getting on that highway yesterday. But as I looked over at him, took in his freckles, the braces, the gorgeous golden green eyes, all I could see was him as a toddler behind the wheel of his red and beige cozy coupe on his second birthday (he even had a death grip back then).
Then, to make my balance that much more precarious, last night at his casual birthday sleep-over party, one of his friends drove himself to my house. In his own car. Alone. That's right, my little boy now has friends who have licenses.
When did this all happen? How do they grow up so fast? Why is it that a decade can pass in the blink of an eye?
I'm not sure. All I have to say, is that I better start putting those coping mechanisms in place (firmly) because my daughter (my youngest) is growing up faster than I'd like, too. And I'm afraid that when she starts driving (or, Dear Heavens, dating), all the flailing in the world isn't going to help me keep my balance.
If anyone has coping tips, I'm listening!
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I can't help you with that as I cope with the fact that my seventeen year old niece can drive while I can't.
I am still trying to cope with the fact my baby lives across the country and has a fiancee'. What happened to his Big Foot he used to drive around the neighborhood. LOL
I don't even want to think about driving. I'm a wreck that my baby (the oldest) will start kindergarten in SIX weeks. how did he get to be almost 5??
OMG, that photo is precious. I agree - i like to think of them in plastic cars and zooming Hot Wheels across the carpet. Not this real life stuff!
Normally, I'd just scream "OOOOOOOOOOOOOLD", but perhaps that wouldn't be helpful. Instead, I'll turn to the great philosopher Roger Waters, who probably had you in mind when he wrote, "The sun is the same in a relative way, but you're older. Shorter of breath, and one day closer to death."
Does that help?
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