Yesterday was the longest day of my life. At least it seemed that way. I could have cried by the time it was truly over.
After double dental appointments, I picked Joshua up from school and drove him to take his driver's test. The testing location was about an hour from his school, so we spent a lot of time in the car yesterday. By the time we finally made it home, Faith was ready to throw herself out the window onto the road. A little lacking in patience, that girl is.
He passed -- only two minor infractions, I think he earned a 95 on both the driving part and the maneuverability. He was very happy. Unfortunately, the licensing center in the county where he took the test was closed yesterday due to a local holiday. That meant we had to drive, again, to another licensing center for him to get his picture taken and to have the actual license produced. Like I said, it was the longest day of my life. Licensing centers are the government's own particular form of hell on earth.
Finally when we got in the car after waiting to get the license, it was almost five o'clock and we'd been driving around the city since 2 o'clock. Josh wanted to drive home, so he got in the driver's seat and I got in the other side. Faith hopped in the back -- this was the first time she had driven with Joshua driving. She buckled her seat belt voluntarily (a rarity) and then piped up, "Anybody have an extra seat belt?" Her sense of humor never fails.
This morning Joshua drove to school alone for the first time. Because he attends our diocesan all-boys school, and not a local public school, he has a drive, and it involves rush-hour freeway traffic. Believe me, I was on my knees for the entire trip. Are we ever ready, as mamas, to send our babies, those we carried under our hearts, out into the world? We imagine all sorts of awful things happening (I certainly do anyway). He texted me when he arrived and parked. He was happy, as evidenced by the happy face at the end of his text. :-) Sometimes we have to take chances in order to succeed. We can stay safe all our lives, but will we truly grow if we don't occasionally push ourselves?
Fortunately our family has many saints in heaven and I invoked every one of them to watch over him. I'm sure his great-grandpas up in heaven were getting a kick out of it. They were probably urging him to rev the engine, while the great-grandmas were elbowing them in the ribs.