If you've ever read here before than you're probably aware that we have a daughter. One who will be sixteen years old in no less than 36 days. One who will then be allowed to get her driver's license and also begin to date. At least that was the rule...sixteen to drive alone (if ready) and sixteen to start dating. However, as we rapidly approach the date of doom...
Her daddy and her older brother are somewhat freaking out. I casually mentioned yesterday that she should be allowed to ride to school with her friend who has been driving for a while and lives two blocks from our home. They would pretty much be leaving at the same time I would leave to drop off the twins, so I could almost follow them the entire...oh...two whole miles...to school. They'd be on their own for about 500 feet or so, but I don't know, call me crazy, I'm thinking it's fairly safe.
Well, you would think that I asked for her to be allowed to ride shotgun in a NASCAR race with a serial killer. "How well do we know this girl?" "What do you know about her driving?" "What if they're late to school?" "What if it rains?" "What if she's running late and tries to put her makeup on while she's driving to school with MY daughter in the car??"
Let me reiterate: It's 2.1 miles from our driveway to the school parking lot. There is ONE turn. There is ONE stop sign. There is a POLICE OFFICER directing traffic into the school. Obviously danger, danger, danger! Chaos and tragedy are sure to ensue the moment she climbs into the vehicle with this girl. Oh the decisions we must agonize over!!
Did I mention that she wants to go out to eat and then ride home with her friends (to our house) after Relay For Life this weekend?? That brought forth arguments from both her daddy and her brother. Apparently the Waffle House in our little town is a den of iniquity the likes of which have never been known in these parts. Who knew? And riding home at midnight? Probably not gonna happen because everyone knows that the really creepy dudes hang out at cancer walks just waiting for teenage girls to eat at Waffle House and then they follow them home!
The funny thing is that our oldest, a boy, was allowed to go out and stay out until 11:30 or 12:00 when he was sixteen. Sixteen was considered old enough and responsible enough to be out with friends and come home before the freaks and drunk bar-hoppers hit the roads. I suppose the freaks that used to come out at midnight are now on the go much earlier in the evening.
It looks like Darling Daughter and I will be fighting an uphill battle. Of course I want her to be safe, but I also want her to enjoy her last couple of years in high school. She's a good girl and her friends are terrific and trustworthy. She should be able to hang out with them.
If you agree...leave a comment! Maybe if all us moms bombard the Dad he'll give in a little?? :)