Okay - knowing how I feel right now, how am I going to survive my son learning to drive? The only thing I can think of is to get a lifetime supply of Ativan and to learn not to care. Sick, sick, sick. I know it happens but when I'm in my home I can seperate myself from the knowledge that accidents happen, people get hurt and die. When I drive by them - they affect me very, very differently! It's also that I contemplate how it affects others and THAT affects me!
I had to drive Tyler & Mitchell to school this morning with a project and got detoured because of a head on collision. Now it's been reported a body was moved from the scene. Some of the thoughts going through my mind are, are they young? A high school student? A child in a car with an adult driver? A grandparent who loss will tumultously affect a young person? A young mom? A new dad? Just married? Just off to college? It goes on. . .
I feel it and it's awful.
How do I let go and allow my child the right to learn to drive and take his life in his own hands? Of course, I imagine worrying about him just as much being a new driver as I do with him being a college driver, a career-minded driver, a young, married driver, a new dad driver, a middle-aged driver. I think I will worry every single day I know he will be on his own. Maybe I won't be so worried when the other two reach driving age????
Horse and carriage, people. That's what I think we should go back to. (With seatbelts!) (And, maybe helmets, too.)
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