Last week my daughter turned sixteen and on the day all I could think was I was just so so happy for her. I remember how sixteen was a major life shift for me. I couldn?t wait to experience the freedom of driving myself wherever I needed to go.
My daughter?s perspective is different. She was in no hurry to get her license on the day she turned 16. I think it?s because we live in a smaller town where everything is within biking or walking distance: her high school, her friends, and the places they like to hang out.
But maybe it’s because she feels no rush. She’s moving at her own pace. She has her permit and the training behind the wheel has begun, but she doesn?t share the urgency I had to be free as soon as possible. She?s on her own path, happy to drive the old family Honda the half mile it takes to get to school, when she’s ready. Life has its stages and it’s delightful to be a witness to her transitioning, to her blooming and growing. It gives me great joy to see her moving slowly out into the world, in small steps, excited to experience all the good it has to offer.
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