My oldest child, Ellen, is now driving on her own. I’ve learned a few things while teaching her how to drive.
- I promised that I wouldn’t yell at her for her bad driving like my Mom and Dad did.
- I promised I would stay calm and not shriek that she was going to kill us.
- I promised I wouldn’t make her pull over so I could take over after she pulled out in front of two vehicles.
- I promised not to make fun of her inability to know where she is going.
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I failed at all my promises. I will not be making these promises with my boys, I’m just going to be honest and tell them I will yell, scream, grab the steering wheel and slam on the imaginary break that’s on the passenger side.
Thank God she is a sweet girl and can handle her mother’s neurosis.
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I failed at all these promises the first day I went out with my son. That was the last. I said to him: you drive with your dad and you take driver’s aid courses. I felt relieved. Oh my that first time was a nightmare for my son.
Oh, my Lord in Heaven. It’s amazing that any of our kids (let alone us parents) survive childhood. Or that we don’t all visit the psychiatrist every single day as a result of these amazing relationships — yes, even the wholesome, loving ones — we have with our family members!!
More power to you, Ellen! Hang on, April!
Ellen, and April you too,
Remember who is picking out your mother’s nursing home in her old age. It will help you through a lot things she does to you. You could even remind her once in a while. Maybe even start looking into which one is the cheapest.
I loved this! I wrote a little post today and the topic was patience (or impatience as the case may be) and it was about my oldest getting her license. Someone who reads my blog sent me this link and I was just in hysterics….I may have to link to it tomorrow.
So glad to have found you-you’re funny.