Today was D-Day for our family. I mean, yes, three generations ago, the Allied invasion of Europe commenced, and that’s a moment of which to take note.
But for us, this was an entirely different D-Day: Driving Day.
Carolyn passed the test and was granted a Learner’s Permit from the State of Ohio. She is now legally allowed, under certain conditions, to drive on public and private roads. Just as she’s wanted pretty much since the day she realized driving was a thing she’d be allowed to do someday. So, a decade or more.
Before anyone asks, no, I am not terrified. I’ve already done some basic winter-driving lessons with her in parking lots, back when things were icy, and what I observed told me what I’d always expected—that she’ll be a capable, confident driver. There will always be fear in the back of my brain, but that was going to be true regardless. More than anything, I’m grateful that she’ll have this opportunity. I expect dings and dents and scrapes. I expect she’ll learn quickly, as she usually does. And I expect that, after a time, I’ll entrust her to drive her little brother to and from his activities.
Just like I expected, and rightly so, that she’d be one of the few people on this Earth with a legitimately good-looking license photo. It’s a gift.
Happy D-Day to you, Carolyn. May the road always rise to meet you.