Let me start off by saying that yes, I am one of those mothers. If you ask I will tell you about my son and tell you what he’s up to. Why? Because I’m proud of him and of course he is an only child of a single parent and much of my energy has been focused on him.
Well last week he gained his independence. At least in his eyes that’s what happened. He got his license. I told you all before that it’s what I feared most. Not so much that he can drive on his own, but rather that he would be driving my car by himself. So on his first night out he dropped me off at a friends for a party and then he was off to pick up his friend so they could go to the movies.
Within an hour I’m getting call “Mom, we have a problem.”
“What do you mean we have a problem? Are you OK?”
“Yes, but there is a problem with the car.”
“What? Did you have a wreck?”
“No, the tire blew and it’s flat.We were leaving Rally’s and it just popped.”
Of course I was upset. Not at him, but at the fact on his first night out, in the pouring rain and I had no way to get to him. He called his grandparents for help, but rather that wait he went ahead and changed the tire himself. One of the things Cole forgot to tell me is that he had pulled into a parking lot and off the road after he left the fast-food eatery. So as I sat at my friends and waited for my parents to get to Alton I worried about him being along side the road somewhere, especially Homer Adams Parkway.
I’m proud of the fact that Cole was smart enough to change the tire himself and he did it right. (It’s something I couldn’t even do.)
I told him that although I remember getting my license I don’t recall what I did the first time I drove by myself. I said it’s one of those memories that you will always have and be able to tell your children. I mean he didn’t panic and did the responsible thing.
The next day I had four brand new tires put on (they needed it) and although it cost me I realized that his first adventure could have been worse. He could have actually be driving 50 mph down the road when the tire blew and crashed. The next night when he took the car I wasn’t so worried. I guess him showing responsibility during an emergency eased my anxiety.
Up next is how I will feel when he has his own car.