Friday, October 16, 2009

Youngest Son Speeding Ahead in Life (Excessive Use of Parentheses Indicates Mother's Resistance to this Fact)


I took Evan to the DMV yesterday for his driving test.

Does anybody out there like going to the DMV? (Note to government building designers: any way to make the atmosphere just a little less oppressive? Would some padded chairs, rugs, curtains, and maybe a few decorative pillows be a crime?)

Since this was a big day for Ev, I was hoping to get some happy, pleasant employees who would recognize what a milestone this was for all concerned. (Note to DMV workers: I know yours is not the most pleasant job in the world, but would a smile, a greeting, and maybe less robotic, apathetic behavior kill you?)

(Years ago I was at the DMV and saw a guy arguing with one of the workers and I swear I saw her change the height/weight information on his license. The longer he argued with her, the shorter and fatter he got. Now that's power!)

I am very happy to say that Evan passed his test and is now a full-fledged licensed driver. (Note to California drivers: that's my boy out there. Slow down, put the cell phones down, and pay attention.)

Now, I remember very distinctly the day I got to drive by myself--with no one else in the car. I was so excited. I turned around while I was driving just to confirm that there was no one in the passenger's seat and no one in the back seat. (I told Evan this story when he said he was excited at the prospect of driving by himself. I suggested he might be tempted to do the same thing, but to do it while the car was at a complete stop.)

So last night I had that moment most parents have at one point in their lives. We allowed Evan to drive around the block by himself. I sat on the porch, (acutely aware that the chairs there are rocking chairs) and watched as my youngest boy drove away by himself, out into the street and around the corner, out of view. (Sarcastic Note to Universe: Thanks for the terrific gift basket of emotions life plopped in my lap at this point--joy, sorrow, gratitude, pride, hesitancy, fear, excitement--it was all in there.)

I sat in my chair (rocking, nervously rocking) until I saw him come back around and park in front of our house at which point I jumped up and greeted him with a hug as if he had just returned from a long trip to Europe.

He actually hugged me back.

(Note to Life: You just keep marching onward, don't you? Any chance of slowing down? Just a little? Pretty Please?)

6 comments:

LittleSilkDress said...

I love this post. What an exciting time!

Miriam in KS said...

Little Silk Dress says that because she wasn't living at home when HER youngest brother got to be a licensed driver.

But yes, what an exciting time! (BB, I'll send you one of my bottles of antacids, 'k? 'K.)

Congratulations Evan!

Brian said...

Congratulations to the young motorist (I always thought it strange that Rodney King was always referred to as Motorist Rodney King, as if that was all there was to the man -- oh, no, there was so much more). I was at the DMV yesterday myself, to replace a lost drivers license. As I had no appointment, I went to the information booth, which had two lines, one for Appointments and the other for Information; these lines were perpendicular to each other, only a few feet apart, and they led to the same man in the square booth, which was ringed by a counter. both lines were totally empty. I walked up to the man to ask him how to go about replacing my license. He told me I had to go stand in line "over there," beckoning over his shoulder. I went in the direction he beckoned, but I found no line. I soon realized that he had been telling me to get in the Information line, as I had approached him from the Appointments quadrant of his booth. As there were no other customers, this meant that he actually had refused to answer my initial question simply because I was facing 90 degrees in the wrong direction and was about three feet away from where I should have been standing. I assumed the correct orientation in the Information line and once again walked up to the man, who smiled politely and said, "May I help you?"

Bossy Betty said...

Little Silk Dress and Miriam--An exciting time, yes, but also a scary time for the parents!

Brian--Your experience brought back flashbacks of a harrowing experience I had at the fair when I stood in the wrong line to order my one pound of curly fries. I waited for thirty minutes just to find out I was in the pick-up line and not the order line! OOOHHHH. By the way, I hope you were a good DMV customer and your errant behavior did not cause you to gain weight nor lose height on your license.

BB

Brian said...

I'm bad with pick-up lines, too. No, same height and weight, but they did harvest a kidney when they saw I was an organ donor.

Bossy Betty said...

Oh good. You were in the correct harvest line.