permit

my first born earned his driver's permit today. it's a pretty big deal for him. for me, not so much. i'm nervous. and a little worried. and to be honest, i'm not ready to have another driver in the family. it means he's growing up...for real.

i remember when i first got my permit. my mom and dad took me out driving on the empty roads and parking lots around our neighborhood. those roads and lots are now filled with neighborhoods and grocery stores. every time i drive by them i still remember learning to drive. my mom would slam her hands on the dashboard or put her foot (almost) through the floorboard - as if she could control the brakes this way. my dad taught me to parallel park in a church parking lot - in his 79 corvette. i guess he figured if i could park that car i could park anything. and that's the truth. i have this crazy ability to parallel park like a pro...even in the tightest of spots.

so maybe it's time i get over it and let the kid take me for a spin. i'm sure i'll have my hands on the dashboard and my feet planted firmly in the floorboard the entire time. or...maybe i'll let john handle all of that and i'll swoop in at the end and attempt to make him a professional parallel parker like his mama.

(by the way...totally random fact...i won the 7th grade spelling bee by spelling the word parallel. coincidence? i think not).