Teaching your kid how to drive can drive you around the bend
As my kid was slamming the car door yelling, “Mom I hate you,” I realized teaching your kids to drive is a lot like natural childbirth. It sounds like a good idea, but right after the first contraction, it’s damn the torpedoes and every man for himself. (Give me medication now!)
I wanted the driving lesson to turn out differently. Perhaps my clutching the dashboard, saying the rosary didn’t instill confidence.
In my day, it was different. We wrote a test, got our license in the afternoon, and drove on the big highway that night.