I don’t know if you can stand yet another post on Junior and his driving skills – or lack thereof, but I just have to get some stuff off my chest.
Specifically, that boy is scaring the crap out of me.
Listen, I know all kids scare their parents when they learn to drive, but honestly? I expected more from my son. Maybe it’s because he got his first “vehicle” before he was 18 months old. Yes, it was one of those Power Wheels things, but still. He managed to drive it before he could freaking talk.
Or maybe it’s because he’s been racing go-karts since he was 8. Eight! He was track champion three years in a row. He was undefeated one year. And yet the boy cannot drive to save his dang life – or mine, for that matter.
Take the other day. I let him drive home from school. Everything is fine until Junior has to make a right turn at an intersection. First he stops at a green light. Yes, a green light. After he stares at the green light for what seems to be a million years, I finally ask him to go.
And that’s when the guy waiting in the opposite direction to make an uncontrolled left turn decides Junior is waiting for him and makes the left directly into Junior’s path. And naturally that’s when Junior realizes the light is green and he turns right.
And both of them? Are heading for the exact same lane.
Yes. They came thisclose to hitting each other. And yes, I might have let out a tiny scream.
And then Junior decides it’s all my fault that he nearly hit the other car. Because, you know, I’m not supposed to make any sound at all including a) giving out instructions; and b) emitting involuntary sounds of terror when I believe my life is threatened.
I don’t know how much more my heart can take.
Not to mention that every time I get into a car and Junior drives, there is at least one near-death experience that causes my life to flash before my eyes. Look, I have stuff left to do. When you have your life flash before your eyes on a regular basis, you realize this.
So what am I to do? I can’t have Harry teach him. Harry has a ton less patience than I do – and frankly I don’t have much left. And I think part of the issue is that we did expect Junior to take to driving like…well, like a kid who’s been racing for 8 years.
And I also think part of the issue is that Junior has been racing for 8 years. He figures he knows everything. So once he gets a bit confident in his driving (because there are days when he does really, really well), he starts ignoring everything I have to say.
Or it could very well be that I am overanalyzing this and that I just have to (in the immortal words of my friend Christy) “suck it up, buttercup,” be brave and teach my kid how to drive. What do you think?Add me to your rss reader | Become a Fan on Facebook!