#1 had her driver's test last Friday and begged me to take her, rather than have Mr. Sign who is not known for his patience. I decided to take the day off and oblige her.
#1 drove me to the testing place with great care. We had to wait a bit as the examiner was already on a road test. She was very nervous but took the time to practice parallel parking. She did an excellent job.
The examiner finally arrived and didn't even introduce himself until 5 minutes into the test. He was very aloof, reminding me that he does this sort of thing 10 times a day. He made me get out of the car and sit on the driver's side. I'm sure this was a ploy for me not to be able to give signals to #1.
As soon as #1 started the car, Mr. Sunshine made #1 "gently remind me" that I was not allowed to say or do anything while on the test. This was one of the hardest things I've ever had to do. I wanted to shout the correct answer as Grumpy asked #1 what the proper distance was between cars when traveling. She was a little confuddled as she was trying to focus on the other 3 lanes of traffic. I did everything in my power to keep my mouth shut.
Everything went well and the test ended. The teacher told #1 that I was the best behaved mother he had ever had in the car with him. He continued on to the point of embarrassing #1. She told me later that she was "creeped out" by him "hitting" on me. I told her that maybe I had helped her pass her test ;)
So, we had two major parties for the big birthday bash. We had one on the actual day at our house with family. All went well until I brought the food out and it started to pour. We moved the party into the garage. Good thing Mr. Sign had cleaned it.
Saturday #1 had her friends all back to my grandparents pond. This was her first party with both sexes. I have to say, I was very leery of having 15+ teenagers to deal with in a rural setting, but they were the best behaved group of kids I have ever been around. I never had to yell and I genuinely enjoyed myself. I think I really enjoy being around teens.
So, as you can see, my child is no longer considered a baby. She is coming closer to independence and needing me less. But, I know, there's always a place for mom.