I never thought that I would be the parent of a teen driver. Not that I didn’t expect my kids to get older, but I really hadn’t thought that far in advance. It seems that yesterday they were in grade school.
After passing the drivers test many parents have a set of keys ready to give their new driver.
I had the keys.
I had a lanyard like the kids at the high school hang their keys on.
I gave them to him.
I feel like a new parent. Where’s the manual for parenting a teenage driver?
Fast forward almost one month and he slides on the ice and hits a tree.
Airbags deploy on the rusty minivan. The van is totaled but all I can think is how bad it could have been. This privilege that he was given could have killed him. He was ok; Not hurt at all.
So now it feels like there’s second chance to get it right. Start slow with a bit of fear (on both of our parts). More practice.
Remind him that he is 16 and he doesn’t know it all. Remind myself that even though I am an adult that I also have so much more to learn.
The manual has yet to be written.