Well, we have arrived at the beginning of another chapter. The Goose is learning to drive. As is typical of this kid, she assured us that she would never want to drive….ever. Until she did. Stubby hubs hunk took her out first. If I know my man, and I do, he taught her way more than she would ever need to know about the mechanics of the car. I’m sure she now not only knows what all of the instruments are called, but what they do, who invented them, their country of origin, and how to say them in Spanish. He is nothing if not thorough.
When I took her out it was in my car not his. She got in and tried to squeeze herself behind the wheel. I explained that she will want to put the seat back before trying to fold herself into the high chair that is my captains seat. Once in, she began to list all the ways that our cars were different. Stalling I’m sure. I assured her that it would all feel the same once she got going. So we sat there in the church parking lot. Just when she was ready a car pulled into the lot. So we sat some more.
“Ready yet?” I prodded
“Deep breath.” I offered
And slowly we backed out of the space. We crept to the stop sign. We sat. She breathed. We rolled out of the lot. We proceeded, well maybe crept, to the next stop sign where we sat. Me the whole time coaching and cooing how great she was doing.
“Do you know what the speed limit is here? It’s 25. You’re going 10…so you could accelerate a bit….especially since we are approaching a hill.”
I look over at her and her face is pinched with deep concentration. “There’s a car coming there’s a car coming there’s a car coming.”
“Ok, that happens. Don’t panic. Just keep driving.”
“But there are people walking AND a car coming!”
We pulled over. She collected herself. We rolled off again. After the second loop in the neighborhood we pulled into the driveway. She threw the car in park and hopped out of the car and ran inside. She with dew on her brow and me with a few more grey hairs.
By my calculations she’ll be ready to drive in 2020.