Just Because Kids Are Physically Ready, It Doesn't Always Mean They're Ready
This week I dropped off Gomer for his first day of high school.
I think he was in kindergarten when I started this blog, so I can't even right now. This raising teen stuff is hard. I'll take potty-training any day of the week, please.
A lot has changed over the years. He's now taller than me (which isn't that hard), hairier than me (which is harder than you'd think), and quieter than me (no one in this family is louder than me, although Adolpha's trying to take that spot).
Gomer used to be my kid who would come home from school and tell me allllll about his day. "I did this and then I did that and oh, Mom, guess what else?"
Now, I get the usual teenager "Yup," "Nope," and eyeroll.
That doesn't stop me from talking to him, though. If we're sharing space, I'm trying to impart just a bit more wisdom on him because, as of today, I only have four short years until I turn him over to the world and expect him to fend for himself.
High school brings on a whole new slew of challenges for us. He's older and wants more freedom and more privacy and yet, he's a kid and kids make bad choices and need boundaries and guidance. It's a struggle to find that balance between being that parent who wants to help with every decision and letting him go and trusting he's ready.
For instance, Gomer's fourteen now and in this state, that means he can drive.
I noticed a lot of parents pushing their kids to get their permits this summer. "I can't wait until they can drive!" some would exclaim.
I never felt that way. The idea of my kid driving terrifies me a bit.
We don't need Gomer to drive, because the Hubs and I are lucky because we both work from home and we have fairly flexible schedules. We can almost always get our kids where they need to be and if we run into trouble, grandma and grandpa live right down the street and will pitch in.
Gomer's old for his grade and he's been fourteen since the beginning of eighth grade. Driving in eighth grade seemed incredibly young to us, so we didn't push him to get his permit right away. Between school work and activities, it felt like it was a busy time and we all agreed he'd wait until summer.
But then summer came and Gomer still wasn't interested. By summer lots of his friends were wheeling around town in their parent's cars. Some even had vehicles of their own. But, still, Gomer wasn't interested.
Finally, it was two days before the end of the summer and I pushed him on the matter. "Listen, I don't know what you're planning, but you're not skipping school to go take your driver's test," I said.
"The DMV isn't open on the weekends or nights. If we don't go today, you'll have to wait to get your permit over Christmas break. Are you ready to wait that long?"
"I'm okay with that," he said.
I was surprised. Is he just being lazy? I thought. Does he think I'm his personal chauffeur or something?
"What's going on?" I asked.
He shrugged. "I'm not ready yet, Mom. You guys say that I shouldn't do things I'm not ready to do. I'm not ready to drive."
Yes, Gomer is legally old enough to get behind the wheel of a car. Yes, he can see over the steering wheel and reach the pedals. Yes, he knows the fundamentals of turning on a car, what the gas and the brake do, and using his blinker to change lanes. But he's also completely self-aware of what he can and can't do right now and mentally, he's not ready to drive.
And that's okay. I'm so glad he understood that yes, he's physically able to drive, but he doesn't feel mature enough yet. I'm so glad he recognized that in himself. I'm also glad he spoke up rather than allowing us to push him into a situation where "failing" could mean causing his or someone else's death.
Over the years I've tried to talk to my kids about all the tough subjects and empower them to make good choices and sometimes when they do finally listen to me and do what I've taught them to do, it takes me a bit to recognize that. This was one of those times.
Gomer listened to himself and trusted himself. He didn't bow to the pressures from us or from his friends or other parents constantly asking him if he was driving yet. He recognized his limitations and made a decision to wait and not be swayed by the opinions of everyone else. That's all I can ask from him. This helps me loosen my hold on him a bit. To reassure me that yes, he's getting closer to flying the nest but he'll be okay. I can't stop talking to him, because now I see that when I think he's not listening, he's listening. He's hearing us. He's absorbing what we're teaching him and he's learning. The weird thing too, is that he doesn't feel mature enough to drive and yet, that was one of the most mature decisions he's made over the years.
I don't know when he'll feel ready. I'll leave it up to him to tell me when he's ready.
Do I look forward to driving him for another two years? Right now I say, Yes! I'm looking forward to it because our best talks are in the car! However, if you ask me again after driving him everywhere for the next two years, I bet my answer will be different!
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