Krysta is driving at least once a day, usually home from school in the afternoons. That way there is no pressure to get somewhere on time. Her mother is a basket case.
It should be quite easy this time after going through the drivers training thing four time before.
By this time you would think I should be the model parent. No more gasps or clutching the handle of the door or stomping my foot on the imaginary brake on my side of the car.
I have to keep remembering the advice my friend gave her young son who was being a back seat driver - shouting out advice to his sister when she was a new driver.
"Be quiet and pray."
I am dragging up all kinds of memories of days gone by to encourage Krysta. Like this one . . . The other day we went to the library. Krysta pulled up to the curb and thought she was stepping on the brake to stop. Instead the car bumped up over the curb, wildly startling both of us. Krysta managed to get her feet untangled and step on the brake instead of the gas and we stopped before any damage was done.
That's when I remembered my friend who must have done that exact same maneuver only she was in the garage and the car didn't stop until she ran into the wall and rearranged the cement blocks. So everything is okay I told Krysta. You got stopped and didn't run into anything or anyone.
Krysta is filling out a log book before and after each trip. This will greatly reduce our bill at the insurance office after she gets her license. Here is one of the questions she had to answer the other day. "What would you do differently on this trip?"
I suggested an answer for her to write down . . . ask Dad to ride with me instead of Mom.
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