Snow White will be a licensed driver in just a couple of weeks. I am terrified. She is a great driver, but just thinking about her out there on the road alone makes me feel a little sick in my stomach. Can't I just sit in the passenger seat for the rest of her life? Literally and figuratively?
Thank goodness for our mother-daughter conversations. I can express my fears and concerns, and she can roll her eyes and drive a little faster - pretending not to hear me. Occasionally one of our discussions leads me to believe that her independence will be a good thing. For me and my sanity.
Me: If you have made plans for the weekend, you need to let me know far enough in advance to arrange for your transportation.
Snow White: OK. Why can't you take me?
Me: Because Dad & I are going out with a group of our friends Saturday night.
Snow White: Really? (LOOONNNGGG Pause) Why?