In the driver's seat...

There is a conflict of emotions whenever
my "i-just-got-my-license-i-want-to drive-everywhere" daughter takes the car keys.
On one hand it really is great to say "please go pick up a gallon of milk" and I don't have to even step out of the house.  It is also really great that she can take herself somewhere and get back without Brent or I having to drop off or pick up.  It is really great that she can drop the boys off to a practice or take the boys to get an ice cream.
It really is great.
Really.

But on the other hand it's really scary.
Maddison is a great driver.  She is cautious, careful, attentive and can even correct my 28 year old driving skills that need polishing.  Bottom line is I trust her.  But that doesn't stop my worring.  I worry about the other people on the road making crazy decisions.  I worry about her and a car full of chatty-singing to the radio-laughing girls not seeing a stop sign.  I did that once.  I know the outcome.  I worry about others not seeing them.  I worry about her getting caught in a blinding dust storm or a haulting monsoon.  I worry about cell phones, texting and even though we have strict rules concerning them, I still worry.  Have you seen the Subaru commercial where the dad is leaning in the car window telling his little daughter all the rules before she pulls out of the driveway and then when he hands the keys over it is to his teenage daughter?  I get choked up every time.
It really is scary.
Really.
 
Ready or not.
Here she comes.
Or should I say
There she goes.

Be safe my beautiful girl.