Today I drove my youngest son to the DMV to get his driver's permit.  He passed the knowledge test and came out grinning!  My husband was shocked last night to be told  that I had allowed the two older boys to drive home from the test.  He firmly requested that I drive home and we take our youngest son to get experience driving on some vacant parking lots and deserted country roads before he starts driving around town.

So we dance this polka one more time. The last time.  This is the place where I learn so much about myself.  The calm and patient woman I pretend to be disappears and the fearful worrier/shrieking "Old Yellor"  takes her place.  I pray.  I plead with God for help trusting Him, being careful with my words and tones.  I remember my brother, who took me out driving and never raised his voice as he said, "Uh..., you just cut that driver off." But then a tiny gasp escapes and the driver/son is irritated wondering what he did wrong.  Part of me would really like to skip forward two years - but I need this don't I? (grin)