Good morning! I'm happy to see you, too!
Elder Son had still been sleeping when I left to run some early Saturday morning errands.
But, when I returned, he came out of the house to meet me in the driveway.
"Hey! Good morning!" I greeted him.
"Grunt," he grunted back.
"It's really nice of you to come out. You wanna help me with some of these bags?"
"Huh?"
"Here, take this bag."
"What? No!" And he made a move that was clearly a dodge.
"What do you mean? Didn't you come out to help me?"
"No. I was waiting for you to bring back the car."
Then he climbed in it and drove it away.
Yes.
Love means never having to ask for the keys.
Thbbbt!
8 comments:
And he's still alive and ungrounded...?
Ah, indulgent (and selfish) parent that I am...I think that Santa needs to bring him wheels of his own...you know, the large American made, $500 wheels that would keep him totally safe (and cost too much to drive all the time).
A teenager up before noon? How is this possible? I thought they were extinct. Hope he had the sleep rubbed out of his eyes at least.
Way back in the day, when I was about to turn 16, I Could Not Wait to get my driver's license...and a car.
Now, fast forward to today, I work as a chauffeur for a family with kids. None of them has any desire to get a driver's license. It's sooo weird (although, it keeps me in a job!)
I don't know if it's because they don't want to deal with the traffic in Los Angeles, or if it's because they spend so much time connecting with their friends on the internet. They don't really go anywhere. (I mainly shuffle them to and from school and between mom or dad's homes.)
At least your kids still want to drive. That's what seems normal to me. These L.A. kids are baffling! (And don't get me started on how the parents let teen girls dress these days!)
Good Lord, I'm starting to sound like my parents!
Not only was he upright and dressed, but he was mobile and ready to fulfill whatever commitment he'd made... even if it was only to pick up a buddy and bring him back to the house to play computer games.
Ha! That sounds about right.
I'd like to go on record to say that I believe it's a generational thing about be "meh" towards getting a license. My oldest didn't get his license until 6 months before turning 17. (from a plains state.)
My cousins girl wasn't interested until she was going to college and they made her get it then. (Californian)
My sisters youngest wasn't anticipating her license much either.
I just think they just don't have much reason or motivation to drive at 16 like we did. They don't HAVE to go to a library for research, or go to a store to rent movies or to each others houses to free up a phone line. Their all access ability to connect with each other has made them not desire to get out much. Weird, hunh?
We just bought a used car... an additional car. I'm about to get a new life. No longer am I tethered to my children. It's kind of freaky.
The car arrived last night when my eldest son was away. It was too dark to take pix... that kid was up at 8:30, showered and ready to run errands with his Dad. That is a first. He was so excited about another set of wheels in the house.
Meanwhile, his friends have all said, "You know your mom is going to love that new car more than her minivan and you're going to get stuck driving the minivan." It could happen. But it did bug me that his nickname at school was 'mom'.
Elder Son wasn't excited about driving lessons or getting his actual license. But now that he's got it, he's out almost every weekend fetching friends to bring over.
We're all happy he doesn't need us to cart him around.
I can't remember if he got his job or his license first. But, the job motivated finally getting the license.
We just got the letter inviting Younger Son to driver's training this spring.
Younger Son does not care... yet.
I suspect his motivator will be the ability to shop for clothes without waiting for a parent to have time to take him. He loves himself some picky clothing.
"Wait. You mean I can go by myself? After school? And buy stuff with my own money? Sweet!"
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