Last summer my daughter Melissa, 16 at the time, took on a volunteer job at our local library. Although only a short bike ride from home, my cherub insisted on taking the safe mode of transportation to the library, namely, the "mom chauffeur".
What did she think would happen to her while pedaling the streets of our small suburban New Jersey neighborhood? I don't know. However I suppose all of those years of her overprotective mommy warning of stranger danger had taken its toll.
Finally, Bob and I convinced our naive girl to pull her bike out from the depths of the garage and pedal the short distance to the library. When her shift ended, we stood outside in antipation watching her bike down the street towards home, the huge smile across her face beaming from blocks away!
"I did it!" she exclaimed. "I felt so independent!"
Fast forward 13 months.
Once again, I stood outside in anticipation, waiting to celebrate another solo journey......this time in a (gulp).....car.
As a licensed driver for a mere three days, she had asked permission to take her friend John the short distance to his home.
I hesitated before granting her request.
John would be in the car with her on the first part of the trip, but then she would have to come back all alone. Nobody to tell her when to brake, when to turn, when to yield, when to signal, when to slow down, when to switch lanes, when to stop, when to go.
Would she survive the two mile journey?
Would I survive the wait during the two mile journey?
The road to becoming a legal driver in the State of New Jersey did not come without its challenges for Melissa.
She had passed Driver's Education in school, then completed the mandatory six hours of lessons with a certified driving school, which enabled her to get a permit. Now she could get behind the wheel with two of the greatest driving instructors who ever lived......her PARENTS!!
Indeed, each session with Bob usually ended with Melissa near tears because her father had dared to use his "strict" voice.
Sessions with me were not much better since my incessant pounding on the "imaginary" passenger side brake truly rattled her nerves.
All to soon (or not soon enough depending on your perspective) the day of the driver's test had arrived. I took off of work so I could personally escort my "baby" on the road to adulthood.
Upon pulling into the testing center, we were greeted by an instructor whose look and demeanor were reminsicent of a boot camp drill sergeant. With trepidation, I got out of the car and let Melissa take her place behind the wheel.....next to Sergeant Scary in the passenger seat.
I watched them go forward a few feet, then stop.
Something did not seem right.
After several minutes, Sergeant Scary exited the vehicle and beckoned me over.
I dared not disobey.
Seems our car lacked an important feature, an emergency hand brake located between the driver and passenger seat. According to the State of New Jersey, the car had to have this feature in order to be used during the test.
Sergeant Scary commanded us to leave, get a different car, and reschedule the test.
I dared not disobey.
One month later, armed with a 22-year old car gifted to Melissa by my mother, we drove to the testing center through a downpour of biblical porportions in our second attempt to earn the title of "licensed driver".
The "rigorous" test seeks to determine if new drivers can handle gruelling road conditions by forcing them to demonstrate two essential skills:
1. Turning the key in the ignition
2. Parallel parking
Having practiced parallel parking for most of her waking hours, my daughter tackled the test with ease.
Next stop, the Department of Motor Vehicles (DMV) where we were officially introduced to the 3,974 Identification point system!
You see, when you present yourself at the registration desk at the DMV, they do not, can not, will not believe that you are you. Therefore, you must prove that you are you by presenting 362 pieces of identification, each valued at a certain number of points. Some pieces of identification can be combined to add up to even more points.
Allow me to illustrate the DMV's Identification point sytem.
Passport - 2,314 points
Birth certificate - 1,684 points
Driver's permit signed by Seargant Scary - 562 points
Bank statement with proof of address - 331 points
Social security card - 1,347 points
School ID - 457 points
School report card - 357 points
School ID + School report card - 765 points
First book report - 624 points
First baby tooth - 791 points
First baby tooth + letter of authenticity from the tooth fairy - 1,652 points
Umbilical cord - 2,970 points
Unfortunately, Melissa and I "only" had her passport plus the signed driver's permit, thus proving that the 17-year old girl standing next to me whose smiling picture lit up the inside of her passport was obviously an imposter.
We were told in no uncertain terms to go home and get more proof!
Since we live a mere five minutes from the DMV, this slight delay was met with much happiness and patience from my sweet new driver. (Note to readers who do not have teenagers - I AM BEING SARCASTIC.)
With "el grumpo" next to me in the passenger seat, we drove home, retrieved her social security card and her birth certificate and traipsed back to that joyful, wonderful place...the DMV!
"You need proof of address," admonished the eldery gentleman at the reception desk.
"But we were just here ten minutes ago and they didn't tell us that!" I protested, seriously thinking that I could change the rules of this archaic institution.
"Are you her mother?"
"Does she live with you?"
"Do you have the same last name?"
"Ok, you can use your driver's license as proof of address." (794 points)
A half an hour later, a DMV employee handed my daughter that small, coveted piece of plastic proclaiming her a legal licensed driver!
I made her swear that for the first
True to her word, her text alerted me to her departure from John's.
Now came the moment of truth. Her first solo stint as a licensed driver.
I watched her drive down our street with care, stop in front of our house, put on the turn signal, and proceed into the driveway, a huge smile on her face!
"Mom, it was great!" she exclaimed. "I felt so independent."
All too soon, the "mom chauffeur" will retire, as Melissa drives off to a college campus, and then to her own apartment...her own life.
And I know, despite my worry, despite my fear, despite my stubborn unwillingness to let her go....my baby will do just fine!
|Melissa shows off her new driver's license!|
they're growing up way too fast! Loved the blog. Can't wait till John gets his license (said sarcastically).ReplyDelete
- John's mom
And thank you John's mom for letting your son be the first of her friends to travel with her!!Delete
Congrads on your daughter getting her driving license. I'm sure she will take note of all that you have taught her about driving.ReplyDelete
I love your writing style - I felt like I was there with you! Congrats to your daughter - a whole new world of things to worry about as a parent though! Eek! So glad my biggest worry is only kindergarten so far, lol!ReplyDelete
Emma it goes so fast. Kindergarten seemed like yesterday!Delete
Omg ... I would have blown up. I am so not looking forward to this stage in four years. *sigh*ReplyDelete
At least you have time to prepare! Thanks for visiting my blog!!Delete
I loved your list. I went in armed with a manila folder with about an inch of assorted material. Umbilical cord. Heh heh...ReplyDelete
And first toe nail clippings, eye of newt, blood from a stone, etc... :-)Delete
Daaang, what an adventure. We have three licensed drivers in our house and each time we had them take behind the wheel at school to save us from those crazy DMV driving testsReplyDelete
Each time it must bring more worry Sharon...so hard to let them grow up!Delete
oh so now she can drive you every where right LOL my daughter has 4 more years and is already bugging me about it!! CONGRATS TO HER!!!ReplyDelete
We've already sent her out to get milk! This could be a good thing!Delete
I'm hoping all the cars are self driving by the time my daughter is old enough to drive.ReplyDelete
I wish that too....maybe someday..... :-)Delete
Congratulations to your daughter and to you! Getting my kids to licensed driver status was a challenge every time. That brake on the passenger side just doesn't work fast enough! The DMV is a horrible place too. I totally agree. They need to smile more or something. Kathleen @ Fearlessly Creative MammasReplyDelete
Yes, I don't think smile and the DMV go together in the same sentence Kathleen!!Delete
That's wonderful that your daughter got her license! I know this is kind of scary---she is independent now. They grow up so fast. But just think of all the extra time you will have now not having to be chauffeur!ReplyDelete
I know what you mean! The thought of not having to take her everywhere is wonderful!!!Delete
Congrats, and the worry never, never ends lolReplyDelete
Hi Pam, you are so right, with each phase of their lives come new independence, and new worries! I guess it's all part of being a mom!Delete
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