Driver’s Ed in the Man Cave

Drivers educationSo, I’m sitting in the little red Honda that I’ve owned since my boys were babies and their child safety seats were firmly strapped into the back seats, but this time my oldest son is sitting in the front seat and NOT on the passenger’s side!

Oh no.

He’s in the DRIVER’S seat. His lankly legs tucked under the steering wheel and his tall back pushed up against the back of the seat. Ready to learn how to drive!

I am in the passenger seat and wondering if there is an invisible steering wheel and imaginary brake on MY side similar to the one my dad used when he taught me to drive.

My son has had some lessons at school, but I’ll admit I was concerned when he tried to put the house key into the ignition.

“The other key, son.”

“Oh … right.”

Because the Man Cave is located in the greater New York City area, we are driving on Long Island. My theory is that most people who drive on Long Island grew up “in the city,” and — because of the prevalence of taxi’s and a great New York City subway system – they didn’t learn to drive until they moved out to the suburbs, whereupon their lessons included double-parking and driving either way above or below the speed limit with one hand on the horn. Or it just FEELS that way as my little baby boy-turned-great-big-rookie-driver is on the road.IMG_0217

Fortunately, we picked a sunny, quiet and rather calm day to tour the neighborhood. Only a few sudden stops and starts and some magically appearing speed bumps punctuated our journey.

I am very pleased to say I remained calm — calmly saying, “OK, turn right. Watch OUT for the pedestrian. Let’s not drive SO CLOSE to the parked cars (I could SEE myself in their side view mirrors), and stop. STOP. That’s the gas pedal, honey. You want to push on the brake. NOW!!”

After a successful lesson we got out of the car and my son joked, “I’ll bet you have 25 new grey hairs, after that!”

Me, “Naw.”

Although it turns out “Driver’s Ed” is as much an educational experience for us, the parents, as it is for our kids. Learning to step back, let go, and — literally — let our children take the wheel. It’s one of the tougher things we do as parents. Most of us get through it just fine.

But I’m pretty sure I wore out the imaginary brake, on the passenger’s side. 😉

This has been an actual conversation in the Man Cave. What’s the Man Cave? Read this.

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