My oldest got his Learner’s Permit yesterday.
For most parents, that would strike fear and sadness into their hearts. For me, not so much. I have been anxiously anticipating this achievement, and I look forward even more to him driving independently.
Most parents of tweens and teens get to the point that they want their children to learn to drive, primarily so that the parent (mom) can quit her chauffeur job. But for most of those parents, it’s a bittersweet moment. It’s another milestone; their baby is growing up. Some parents yearn for the days that their babies still fit on their laps, and the relative “ease” of having toddlers (as compared to teenagers). Not me.
From the minute my kids were born, it has been my goal to help them turn into healthy, God-loving, productive, independent adults who move out of my house and bring home my grandbabies for visits. Each time they take another step toward that goal, I’m a happy momma. I don’t look back at pictures of their childhood and wish we could go back. I like that they are becoming more independent of me. I look forward to the day that I can retire from the daily intimate care, concern, responsibility, and worry for them. They are doing exactly what God designed them to do, grow up.
So it is with great pleasure and excitement and anticipation and pride and care and concern and responsibility and worry that I celebrate my son’s latest acheivement with him: his Learner’s Permit.