Are We Climbing Into the Seat of Terror or Triumph?
I rode in THE SEAT. I even suggested it. She’d never even sat behind the wheel. At first, I just intended to show her how to start it. Then, I figured, she’d have to drive someday. When I survived, I couldn’t let my husband get away without his turn in what he called, “The Seat of Terror.”
Our first teenager takes her driver’s permit test today. If she passes, I’ll climb in THE SEAT over and over while we practice for the day she will drive on her own. I’ll adjust to the settings on the passenger’s side and get more comfortable. Still, that first time I paused, with my seat belt in mid-pull and considered, “Does she know enough to be sitting there while I am sitting over here?”
She starts driving on the road and starts working at her first real job this week. The angst she’s shown leading up to both milestones means we should be terrified that she really doesn’t know what she is doing or triumphant that she feels the weight of responsibility.
Probably some of both, for each of us.