Today was a mommy and son day. I just got home from Center City Philadelphia with my little/big buddy. It is about a ten mile trip from our house to the heart of brotherly love town, when we drive straight down Broad Street. I am glad that we made it home in one piece. My son drove, both ways. It was the first time that I let him drive into the city, since he got his permit.
This morning was a little disappointing, as I took him for his driver's license test, which he failed for palming the wheel during parallel parking. He’ll try again in seven days. I’m a little relieved that my baby won’t have the freedom to drive without me in the car beside him--yet. I’m not sure I’m ready for all of the adventures he may decide to take with his friends without my knowledge. He is a good driver, but I explained that there are a whole lot of reckless ones to watch out for.
The driver’s test guy was handsome. He was obvious about finding me attractive—I wasn’t. He had a surprised look on his face when I acknowledged that I was the “parent”. I get a lot of curious looks in that regard. I apparently don’t look quite old enough to be the mother of a child who happens to be 6’ 3” and 213 pounds. I am glad about that, but I don’t like that my son grew for sixteen years in what seemed like the blink of an eye.
When I became a young mother, I did the math in my head…when I am 33, my son will be old enough to drive—and if he becomes a parent when he is 17, as I did, then I will be an absurdly young grandmother! I have encouraged him to wait until he has graduated from college, has a well-established career and is ready to settle down and have a family. I felt like this day would never get here and I can’t even imagine becoming a g-mom.
I want him to have the whole college experience, and have time to travel and get to know himself and the world before he dedicates his life to loving and rearing little reproductions. I wound up going to a community college for nursing instead of to a campus apartment with my best friends.
As we circled around the city, we discussed his college choices and majors. He is currently considering computers, teaching or culinary school, although he isn’t close to making a decision. I told him to do whatever he feels most passionate about and not to pick something just because a friend is doing it. He is currently on the honor roll for the first time since 6th grade, so I am super proud of him. He is trying his best to make his records look good for colleges this year, since he is a junior.
Life seems so surreal sometimes, like it did while riding down busy city streets dodging pedestrians, cabs, buses and wild drivers. I laid a comforting hand on my good-looking son’s manly thigh. I have loved being his mom every single minute since the day he was born. I feel the same way about my gorgeous ten-year-old daughter.