Just thought I would share.....
Our middle son got his driver's licence today YAY!!!!
He is 18 and a half, and used to say "17 is waaaaay to young to be driving" blah, blah, blah.
Of course, meanwhile, for the 18 months that he could have had a licence I have been driving him to five sporting "events" each week, training and games. The games have been as far away as Toowoomba and Redcliffe, so it means an hour's drive to arrive an hour before the game for "bonding and pep talk etc", 90 minutes play, 15 minutes half time. We would often be away from home for nearly six hours for an away game across town.
Then he has chiro and physio visits (not every week, but fairly regularly) and the "can you drive me to Katherine's house" at least three times a week, or driving him and collect her and dropping them to the movies, shops and then doing the pick up when they are finished. Her parents did some trips too, but I got the lion's share.
Then there is his part time work, and often one or two midnight shifts a week. Most of this driving was done by me, and of course, his 100 hours was mostly with me.
I know I have waffled a bit, but he is on a midnight shift tonight and HE HAS DRIVEN HIMSELF!!!! I can go go bed and not have to get up in my jammies to get him.
ABSOLUTE BLISS
And of course, when he drives Katherine home at night, he doesn't have me sitting in the car too so there will be substantially more romance involved from now on.
Only downside was my automatic thought when I got home to pick up the phone and call Mum to tell her he has his licence. I keep reaching for the phone to call her, but of course, she is no longer with us. It is these "landmark" things that I would normally be bursting to tell her that bring me down with a thud.
Anyway, life will be rather different for me because it seems I used to live in the car.
Our middle son got his driver's licence today YAY!!!!
He is 18 and a half, and used to say "17 is waaaaay to young to be driving" blah, blah, blah.
Of course, meanwhile, for the 18 months that he could have had a licence I have been driving him to five sporting "events" each week, training and games. The games have been as far away as Toowoomba and Redcliffe, so it means an hour's drive to arrive an hour before the game for "bonding and pep talk etc", 90 minutes play, 15 minutes half time. We would often be away from home for nearly six hours for an away game across town.
Then he has chiro and physio visits (not every week, but fairly regularly) and the "can you drive me to Katherine's house" at least three times a week, or driving him and collect her and dropping them to the movies, shops and then doing the pick up when they are finished. Her parents did some trips too, but I got the lion's share.
Then there is his part time work, and often one or two midnight shifts a week. Most of this driving was done by me, and of course, his 100 hours was mostly with me.
I know I have waffled a bit, but he is on a midnight shift tonight and HE HAS DRIVEN HIMSELF!!!! I can go go bed and not have to get up in my jammies to get him.
ABSOLUTE BLISS
And of course, when he drives Katherine home at night, he doesn't have me sitting in the car too so there will be substantially more romance involved from now on.
Only downside was my automatic thought when I got home to pick up the phone and call Mum to tell her he has his licence. I keep reaching for the phone to call her, but of course, she is no longer with us. It is these "landmark" things that I would normally be bursting to tell her that bring me down with a thud.
Anyway, life will be rather different for me because it seems I used to live in the car.