Not the Cool Parent After All
Nov. 9th, 2010 07:21 pmI really thought I was okay with my stepdaughter learning to drive. I am pro growing up in the most awesome ways possible--let's hit those important milestones on target, and also when the kid is comfortable! Not too early, not too late! No wishes for arrested development, no holding back a kid who already knows who she is--and no pushing the kid forward beyond her years, either. Open the gates when the kid is ready but make sure that they stay closed until then.
Booyah! That's child-rearing!
Or something!
Today, I went to pick her up from her second driving lesson. I'd been intending she drive us home. But as soon as she crawled into the driver's seat, pulling the seat forward ALL THE WAY and was basically this tiny, fragile-looking creature steering us around death, I was Totally Freaked Out.
We did a few laps around the school lot. The turning radius on my car was unexpected for her. My Malibu handles bigger than the little Neon they learn on. She seemed to have the hang of it, more or less, so I had her drive us to dinner.
Let's just say, I've blocked most of it out. It's not that she did anything exactly wrong, but it wasn't quite right, either. It was sort of like being driven around by a very calm terrier. You know when a terrier is calm, they are TOTALLY FAKING IT.
Or maybe I mean a llama. Like, you know a llama just does NOT have the experience to be driving you around, so why did I get in the car with a llama?
Or maybe I mean a Capuchin monkey. They scrunch up their little faces and LOOK like they're doing important thinking, but any second, they're going to fling poo.
Or maybe I mean a raccoon. When you look at a raccoon, you think, "So human! So like us!" Until it comes and gnaws your face off.
I think you get what I'm saying.
We ate dinner. She decided my freaking out was adorable, which is mighty generous of her. We discussed boys, as happens when we have dinner alone. Let's just say, the boys she knows are all Capuchin monkey-llama-terrier-raccoons, but emotionally so. (Maybe in the car, too. Don't know. Not going to let them drive me anywhere.) So glad I never actually dated a teenaged boy. Well, I did, but he was a sophomore in college by then.
I paid for dinner.
She asked for the keys.
I had to repark in the garage, and the trashcan got a bit smushed, but all was well in the end.
I came in and gave her a huge hug. She has not really stopped laughing at me.
Booyah! That's child-rearing!
Or something!
Today, I went to pick her up from her second driving lesson. I'd been intending she drive us home. But as soon as she crawled into the driver's seat, pulling the seat forward ALL THE WAY and was basically this tiny, fragile-looking creature steering us around death, I was Totally Freaked Out.
We did a few laps around the school lot. The turning radius on my car was unexpected for her. My Malibu handles bigger than the little Neon they learn on. She seemed to have the hang of it, more or less, so I had her drive us to dinner.
Let's just say, I've blocked most of it out. It's not that she did anything exactly wrong, but it wasn't quite right, either. It was sort of like being driven around by a very calm terrier. You know when a terrier is calm, they are TOTALLY FAKING IT.
Or maybe I mean a llama. Like, you know a llama just does NOT have the experience to be driving you around, so why did I get in the car with a llama?
Or maybe I mean a Capuchin monkey. They scrunch up their little faces and LOOK like they're doing important thinking, but any second, they're going to fling poo.
Or maybe I mean a raccoon. When you look at a raccoon, you think, "So human! So like us!" Until it comes and gnaws your face off.
I think you get what I'm saying.
We ate dinner. She decided my freaking out was adorable, which is mighty generous of her. We discussed boys, as happens when we have dinner alone. Let's just say, the boys she knows are all Capuchin monkey-llama-terrier-raccoons, but emotionally so. (Maybe in the car, too. Don't know. Not going to let them drive me anywhere.) So glad I never actually dated a teenaged boy. Well, I did, but he was a sophomore in college by then.
I paid for dinner.
She asked for the keys.
I had to repark in the garage, and the trashcan got a bit smushed, but all was well in the end.
I came in and gave her a huge hug. She has not really stopped laughing at me.
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Date: 2010-11-10 12:50 am (UTC)A certain someone might be amused at your recounting that, "she crawled into the driver's seat, pulling the seat forward ALL THE WAY"...
LOL I say. Again, I say LOL.
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Date: 2010-11-10 01:22 am (UTC)I mean really, these were the kids who broke dishes, windows, burned holes in the bedroom carpet with the chemistry set...how could they drive a car and not kill us all? *g*
They got old and better as drivers. I got over freaking out. It's part of the circle of life.
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Date: 2010-11-10 01:38 am (UTC)Important child-training things, like toilet training and driving, I handle by closing my eyes and saying, "Okay, when I open my eyes, I want you to be toilet trained /driving safely, understood?"
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Date: 2010-11-10 01:44 am (UTC)(It's really no wonder I had to take driver's ed twice...)
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Date: 2010-11-10 02:17 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-11-10 02:20 am (UTC)IN THEORY.
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Date: 2010-11-10 02:32 am (UTC)Though maybe that was before I took the official class. I am now old and can't remember. I know in class they took us on the freeway...
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Date: 2010-11-10 02:34 am (UTC)And boys at that age, pretty much automatic. It's the hormones.
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Date: 2010-11-10 03:09 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-11-10 03:15 am (UTC)"Like, you know a llama just does NOT have the experience to be driving you around, so why did I get in the car with a llama?"
and now so much of my mom's behavior when I was learning how to drive makes sense...except I made it worse because I decided she was too mean, so she had to beg me to drive and the screw up the courage to be a passenger.
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Date: 2010-11-10 12:01 pm (UTC)I was fine riding with our son while he finished up driver's ed and accumulated the necessary 30 hours behind the wheel before he took his test. We did country roads, city roads, one of the smaller highways, parking lots, etc. And this was all with a stick shift.
But I did have to hide in a dark room and hyperventilate when he took the car out ALL BY HIMSELF for the first time, and ON A BUSY HIGHWAY. No make that the junction between TWO BUSY HIGHWAYS.
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Date: 2010-11-10 12:54 pm (UTC)As I do not live in USA, so I did not learn to drive before being close to 40 and it was hard. As I am a person who should not drive, just that the world has changed around me and now driving has become something most adults should know how even here.
But I digress.
So I was doing these laps in the open space and it was not going especially well, when another car drove to the clearing to do some laps also. They faced me and I was sure I had flipped my lid from stress, as there was a big shaggy dog driving the car!
When I stopped hyperventilating and took better look it turned out that the reason to do some test driving was that these people had apparently bought a car from UK. The dog WAS sitting on the side I expect driver to sit, but it was NOT driving!
What a relief it was to know I had not been seeing hallucinations - shaggy-dogs driving, indeed!
Also - my youngest will have his driving test this this Friday. But as I am a bad driver (usually using public transport), I expect him to be better than I am and it is him who cannot bear to ride with me, not the other way around.
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Date: 2010-11-10 05:57 pm (UTC)Also:
"Booyah! That's child-rearing!" LOLZ4EVER
Lawrence