Well, it was bound to happen.
9 months of pregnancy, 23+ hours of labor, & 16 years of motherhood.....and this happened yesterday.
Teenie Queenie got her learners permit! We almost didn't make it. For starters, T.Q. took the test three times before she passed. In her defense, she didn't take drivers ed.
Next, the nice lady at the BMV said we could not proceed with anything until T.Q.'s "mother" was with her. "But I am her mother." I corrected her.
"Oh. Wow." She said proceeding to rifle through my stack of documents.
Speaking of the proper documents, I was short one piece of identification to help her actually get the permit.
But guess what saved me? My handgun permit! So after showing my birth certificate, her birth certificate, her social security card, my drivers license, a bank statement, & my handgun permit-I paid the $9 and we hit the parking lot.
I was swollen with pride, just like any mother would be. T.Q. was ecstatic. Everything was rainbows & butterflies as she buckled her seat belt. Then she looked at me and said it:
"Which pedal is the gas?"
I contemplated walking home.
Her first run wasn't a complete fail. Because I DID make it home alive. A semi and 25 cars trailing behind us down the highway can attest to that. At one point, I gave thought to hurling myself out of the car door. I'm not going to lie.
But we gave it a go today and she was much better! (Either that, or my 'helping medication' REALLY helped.
Regardless...my baby is on the road. I'm terrified. Pro-tips from parents who have been here are much appreciated.