After a year of practice, two rounds of driving school, and two driving exams, we not only have a high school graduate, we have another driver in the house!
The day of his second test, we ( my middle guy, and I) piled in the car and and my oldest drove first to a practice course in the city. We practiced parallel parking, which was what “got ‘im” on the first test. I coached him from outside the car (and made him put his window down so he could hear my
harping coaching) and made him do it correctly 12 times before we drove on to the Department of Transportation for the exam. (Yes, there was something in it for me and my husband. We were very tired of driving him back and forth to work. Those 3-11 shifts were getting old. So I was invested in this test!) Not to be left out, my middle guy found branches and kept putting them in the parallel parking spot and instructing his brother not to run over the sticks.
After correctly parallel parking 12 times, my oldest drove us to the testing place, and while he took his test, my middle guy and I went inside the building to renew my own driver’s license renewal and to get my younger son to get his state-issued id. I kept looking behind me at the door to see if my oldest would walk in, triumphant or dejected, however the case would be. I was somewhat of a “nervous Nelly.” I I must have missed him, because when my younger son and I walked in the picture taking room, there sat my oldest, waiting for his picture for his new license! We celebrated as we three got our pictures taken, then we went out for a celebratory lunch. (We discovered right away that we were also entering the new realm of setting up curfew!)
What a day. My oldest PASSED HIS DRIVING TEST! On to independence!!! :)