It's Saturday and I just found out that I don't have to take Trae driving today. He's 17 almost 18. He's graduating in May. He got his permit a couple of months ago and every Saturday some how I found myself sitting in the passenger seat of his car. At this present time I can not drive. I really don't like being at the mercy of a 17 year old to drive me around when Don's at work.
Trae brought his first car last month. A friend from church works at a dealership as a mechanic. Eddie found a great car that was a trade-in. It was almost to good to be true. It's a 1987 Oldsmobile with only 84,000 miles on it. At the price of $500.00, we jumped on it. We paid half and Trae paid half.
I'm at my wits end sitting in the passenger seat. For example 2 weeks ago we were driving. I directed him to get in the right lane because we are going to make a right at the light. What does he do? He gets in the left lane and goes straight. I told him to turn left because he missed his right turn. He turned left and ran onto the curb. I grabbed the steering wheel. I told him to pull over and I was going to drive. Sarah (10) was sitting in the back seat starting crying because she said she didn't want to die. I'm like what?! She said, "Mommy the doctor said you can't drive because of your seizures and Im afraid we're gonna die."
I was so upset then. I realized that she was right, but my son wasn't driving the way I wanted him to. You know, maybe the problem wasn't his driving. Maybe the problem was I didn't have control over the way he was driving.
Oh, that word control. How many times have I missed out on precious moments in life because I didn't have "control." It's a good thing I'm careful about the type of music I listen to. You know what song I'd be listening to all the time?....."Control" by Janet Jackson.
God help me to sit in the passenger seat with my hands in my lap, a smile on my face and sweet praises coming from my mouth.