The Oldest got his driver's license two Sundays ago. Yes, on a Sunday, and yes, it was Mother's Day. Thanks to the driving school he'd gone to hiring a Registry official to conduct tests for their students, he had to be at the school three towns away at 7:00 that morning. Hubby took him because I was told I make him nervous...
Well, if he didn't drive so close to the... OMG, WATCH OUT FOR THE PARKED CAR!!!!!
I told Hubby this parental duty was right up there with teaching his sons to pee standing up - ball's in his court. After all, I'd done the Birds-and-the-Bees talk, the least he could do was teach my oldest baby how to handle 2,000 pounds of steel without killing himself, someone else, or raising my insurance rates anymore than just being a licensed teenage male driver already would.
Since then, he's found every excuse to drive somewhere. Which in some ways is a good thing - he's picked up the Middle Child at practice, which allows me to stay home with the Preschooler while he naps, he started driving himself to work on Saturdays last week, and he was allowed to go out last Friday night to a friend's house to just hang out. On the advice of some friends with older kids, we drew up a teen driver contract - one girlfriend said it eliminates a lot of the issues. I think it will eliminate the playing Mom against Dad we had going on for the first week.
Anyone have any hints to share with the parents of the newly licensed? Words of wisdom? Tissues and bottle of wine to share?