This makes me very happy, horribly nervous and proud.
But mostly nervous.
My son is wonderful. He really is! He is smart. He is polite. He is a tremendous athlete. And he is also a moronic 16 year old boy.
It’s the last part that scares the beejesus out of me.
The thought of him driving the streets while he can’t seem to remember to pick up his dirty clothes is hard for me to wrap my head around.
I am assuming I am not the only parent with this worry.
A driver’s license is a rite of passage. I can still remember the thrill of getting behind the wheel for the first time by myself. It was probably the first time that I not only felt gown up, I kinda was. I was responsible for something bigger than myself and I respected that responsibility.
I hope my son does too.
And if he doesn’t he still has his bike and I am not afraid to follow through on that threat.
Good job Andrew! Enjoy your freedom!