Next week Teen One has her driving test, OMG how old am I! I can't decide whether I want her to pass, and therefore take over the taxi driver role, or fail so that I can keep control. I have been known to have to sneak up to the station after a glass or two because she has needed a lift home unexpectedly - such a dilemma, do I drive after a couple of glasses of wine or do I allow my daughter to walk home in the dark by herself. Don't worry though, any more than a couple and I have just walked (staggered) to the station and accompanied her home - I'm not that irresponsible! That could soon be all a thing of the past.
In NSW they have to do 120 hours before they can even sit the test and you would think that that was more than enough. I doubt I did more than 10 hours, at the age of 15 (NZ, long long ago), before sitting my test. BUT I don't really think that she is anywhere near ready to drive around on her own - changing the radio station, fiddling with her mobile and castigating all other drivers on the road is far more pressing than concentrating on the job at hand.
This was brought home to me quite graphically at the weekend when we passed three teenage girls standing in the middle of a local street because one of them had lost control on the corner and their little girlie mobile had collided with the kerb on the wrong side of the road. Very soon that could be MY daughter.
How do other people feel about this - do they live in mortal terror or just be thankful that they no longer have to spend their entire life in the car being a chauffeur?
