Here we go! …My stomach twisted, in knots.  With each turn, each bend my heart races with a mixture of fear and excitement.  Gripping the handbar tightly with pale ashen hands.  Heavy breath and palpitations as the fear sucks the wind from me.   Insane as it sounds, I know the fear must be conquered.  And [...]

Okay. So. There is nothing like a teenager driving in the snow for the first time on WAY TOO snowy roads to clear out your bowels. Forget the roughage, just give your kid a set of car keys. Uhhh, I thought I was nervous when she drove alone the first time? *laughs manically* This is [...]

(new driver rule:   text me upon arrival.   this particular arrival is at school) from: MC Hi.  I’m here.  I may or may not have gotten paint on the door of the white car next to me.    Like just a little but I don’t know. from ME What?? from MC I misjudged how far to open [...]

You know?  The heart of a mother is made so strong isn’t it?  I mean…with all the schtuff we’re made to deal with?   I was nervous when my oldest got her license…and you’d think that would have prepped me for Middle Child getting hers?  Nope. The other night she had two parties to go to.  [...]

There are things in life that make us squeal with delight, marvel at milestones, embrace growth and change and at the same time make our stomachs turn and nerve endings twitter with angst. This is a great example:  MC got her drivers license and with that comes the request for the keys, the sudden interest [...]

When the kids started driving we bought a small, used blue car that would serve as their mode of shared transportation.  Maintenance, gas, insurance, accidents would be their responsibility depending on who’s fault it was…or who was the one driving at the time.   So, up until Kaylee went to college (thus not needing the car) [...]

(After watching her remove one hand from the wheel several times to whisk a hair out of her face or scratch her cheek and repeated inquiries into ‘what the speed limit is’…….) “Hey!…’Speedy McItchy”. ….keep BOTH hands on the wheel and slow down.” “Sorry.  I can’t help it, for some reason I itch like crazy [...]