I didn’t announce it on Face Book.
I didn’t text my friends or tweet a tweet.
I didn’t even take a picture to put in a scrapbook.
The only person we called was my mom. And sadly, she let me down with a totally inappropriate response. I let my son do the calling, but I could hear her excited voice just as plain as day.
My oldest son got his learner’s permit last night. He passed his test, they took a picture, and I paid the fee. End of story.
Most of me wants to relegate it as a nonevent. Because if it’s no big deal, I can go on thinking my first baby boy isn’t changing as fast as he is.
He’s not growing facial hair and texting girls non-stop.
He’s not getting serious about what college to attend.
And most importantly, he’s not going to be sitting in a seat surrounded by 2000 pounds of certain death if he doesn’t pay attention.
I’ll be ok. I know I can’t stop the clock. And I’m as proud as can be of the young man he is becoming. I just need a moment (or ten) to dig my way out of this pile of denial.