Filling me with “mother-of-teenager” dread
After one hour of instructed driver’s ed
My boy’s natural coordination goes to his head.
My memories aren’t fond of when I learned to drive
I’ll never forget how my dad broke into hives
When I pumped the accelerator instead of the brake
Dad lost his cool, and for hours I cried.
Day after son gets his permit I rise from bed
Give him the keys and make sure he is fed
Sit in the passenger seat, my eyes straight ahead
“See? This is easy,” he actually says.
But, son sees a friend – cockily high fives
Radio loud, hips dancing a jive
Steering wheel rocks toward the big ditch I spy
Son squeals, too late; I close my eyes.
Immensely relieved we’re both still alive.