We are very proud to say that she passed her driver's test on the first go round, which is more than she can say for her mother (did you know that you don't have to pass parallel parking anymore?). She has picked me up a diet Coke and bought gas. She has a key chain that is bigger than my whole head. And most importantly, she has already erased every bad moment of her childhood by taking her sister to a sleepover and the dog to the vet.
I know there are moms out there who fret every time their teenager is on the road alone in the car. Who worry every time they leave the house. Who faithfully track their child on GPS. I'm not one of those.
Can I get a hallelujah?