The Final Driver’s License

Michelle got her driver’s license yesterday.

These transitions, they are glorious.  These transitions, they are painful.

How happy I will be that I can sleep a few minutes later each morning, I do love my bed especially before 7 AM.  How nice it will be NOT to have to spend 8 minutes of my day at the stop light at the corner of Wade Avenue and Dixie Trail.  Seriously, you could cook a 20 pound turkey on low while you wait at that light.  How nice it will be not to be running into the office with my hair on fire, the last one at the meeting, ALWAYS.  How nice it will be not to have to rush out of the office at the end of the day, the laptop constantly needing to update on my way out the door, knowing my kid is likely the last one sitting on the bench outside wondering if dad will ever come.

And SAT-TUR-DAY MORNINGS!  How does this kid end up with so many stinkin’ activities on Saturday mornings at 8?  When I was a kid the only activity we had on Saturday mornings was quietly watching Shazam so I didn’t wake my old man:

Chosen from among all others, by the immortal elders Solomon, Hercules, Atlas, Achilles, Mercury – Billy Batson and his mentor travel the highways and byways of the land…

I loved Billy Batson and his mentor.

Michelle can now go on a weekend morning.  I can give her a hug and wave goodbye, still in my sweats with a warm cup-o-joe.

It’s a wonderful rite of passage.

It is breaking my heart.

My favorite time of the day is when I ride around with Michelle.  It’s when we debrief.  I tell her about my day, she shares about hers – unless she is cranky, and then we just ride.  We laugh.  We run errands.  We solve the problems of the world.  She shares new music with me, I’m hip like that.

Now it’s just me.  Me and my tired Spotify playlist.

I remember the last lunch I packed for her over a year ago when she was a student at St. Timothy’s School.  Before that day, I cursed the turkey sandwich.  The Zip Lock bag was my nemesis.  I wished for a lunch fairy to meet me each morning with the bag packed and the water bottle filled.  I dreamed of a day when I wouldn’t slop greasy lunch meat at 6:30 AM.

My dream came true.  Now I miss turkey.  Funny how that happens.

So often I ponder and wish for the stuff that will come.  Then it does, and I wish it weren’t so.

Yeah, I’ll enjoy a few more minutes of sleep.  I’ll get used to her new independence.  But damn, it went by too fast.

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  1. Nancy Langley Russell

     /  November 28, 2018

    Oh, how I love this blog  It always brings a smile or a chuckle to me.  As they say, “Life goes on!” Here’s one you might want to remember:  “Don’t let anyone drive you crazy.  It’s right nearby anyway, and the walk will do you good!” Have a great day.Nancy Nancy Langley Russell143 Yorkchester WayRaleigh, NC 27615Tel:  919-848-3295Cell:  919-306-1333Fax:  919-848-3295Email:

  2. Jean Ham

     /  November 28, 2018

    It makes me sad too. After all, she’s the baby of the family! I agree, she has grown up too fast. I miss her belly laughs and her funny statements, like when you and Lisa wouldn’t let her get up from the table that night and her raising her hands to heaven and saying, “Lord help me!” She was such a funny little child. No use to be sad. Let’s choose to be glad and enjoy the benefits of not having to get out early now. She is accomplishing a lot this year and that’s a good sign. She is charting her course wisely. The best thing about her is that she cares for people around her. She’s a good kid. We are blessed to have her.

  3. Carolanne

     /  November 28, 2018

    My momma always told me, “don’t wish their life away, they will be grown up and gone before you know it”. She was so right. Oh how I miss her…

  4. Aunt Susan

     /  November 28, 2018

    ditto all your mom said,
    but I am a little worried that you remember the intro to Shazam!


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