She got her learners last fall - and lucky for us, winter hit shortly after, so her driving experience consisted of driving around one empty parking lot (and hitting a shrub) and pulling from one parking stall into the next one.
We figured there's no rush - she can't get her licence till she's 16 anyway so we have lots of time to practice... Thing is, that little licence is burning a hole in her wallet.
My girl wants to drive.
All 85 pounds of her...
And so, my tiny heart unfolds her legs behind the wheel of our 12 passenger van, The Silver Fox. She checks the mirrors and moves the seat forward. She holds that monstrous steering wheel at a picture perfect 10 and 2 and with her small foot on the break pedal, she shifts that beast into drive.
My feet try to boar holes in the ground, i'm sweating and nauseated and audibly frustrated with all the vehicles parked on the road that she attempts to navigate around... she's over correcting to the right, over correcting to the left - the panic chokes me and i find there are no space bars in my speech.
"i'dbeturningnow i'dbeturningnow turnturnturnturnTUUUUUURRRRRRNNNNNN!!!!! Notthatmuch notthatmuch NOT THAT MUCH!!!!!!"
i glance at the speedometer.
10 kilometers per hour. Ten.
Three times around that block - i don't think we went over ten.
"Okay," i breathe, "You can pull over now - gently."
She pulls about 3 inches over - directly in front of someone's driveway and breaks hard.
"Good enough?" she asks.
i glance behind us. No one is coming.
"Yup. Good enough."
i slip into the drivers seat and buckle up.
You never know what kind of crazies are out on the road these days....