This morning we woke up to the first snow of the season. It’s a bit brisk out. The snow is melting on the roads but sticking to the leaves. Today’s landmark is that my son will be getting his driver’s permit and wants to drive home after the last class.
For me, it’s a deep breath and the thought – how did he grow up so fast. Like any other mother, the day I birthed this baby is still firmly etched in my memory. As will today’s first time behind the wheel of the family car: an American rite of passage.
I spoke with my mom this morning. She did it, without comment, five times; once for myself and then with each of my siblings. Each time she held her breath and her tongue, which I hope I do as well.
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