I’m ashamed to say that some of my worst moments are in the passenger side of the front seat when my newly-permitted youngest daughter is behind the wheel. I thought it would be easier, being that I’ve already been through this twice before. But no, it seems I’m just as uptight–at least I acknowledge my failings–as I was with the other two.
It’s not her fault; she’s actually a pretty good driver. She hasn’t run any red lights or stop signs. No rear-endings or red lights flashing in the rear view mirror. We haven’t run off the road or hit any dogs or angered anyone to the point of getting that nasty finger pointed at us.
So what is my problem, anyway?
What takes over me as I sit tensely in the front seat when she drives?
Why does my foot press against the floor whenever she brakes? Why do I gasp when I think we are going to hit someone, causing my daughter to panic? Why do I remind her to put both hands on the wheel, even if she’s only reaching to itch her nose?
It’s much better when I let my less-likely-to-gasp husband ride shotgun because when I sit in the front with the responsibility of being her car coach, I feel so powerless and so…..well…out of control!
And not feeling in control is often an issue with me. I don’t like to feel helpless. I don’t like to feel dependent on anyone else to make things happen, whether I’m riding down Highway 5 or traveling down the road of life. God’s still working on that part of me.
But I am making progress, I think. The other day I sat in the back and enjoyed the scenery while my daughter drove and Dad sat in front. And guess what? I even fell asleep!