Rite of Passage

Well, today is a milestone in my daughter's life. For everyone's safety, I feel compelled to let the world know, we are going to get her driver's permit. This is somewhat a rite of passage. We all experience this sometime in our life, whether it be puberty, coming of age, marriage, and eventually death. It's a big step toward adult responsibility. Unfortunately, most people allow their personality to come through in their driving skills. Mild mannered people tend to be cautious and courteous drivers, never really experiencing road rage. High strung folks join the NASCAR circuit. My daughter has this certain 'spunk' about her, that, if left unchecked at the wheel, could increase insurance rates. So I need to instill in her some self control while driving. A subdued attitude will prevent a lot of 'customization' to a vehicle. It would be nice if her newly taught refinement would carry over to everyday life. No more arguing with parents (hers or anyone else's), no more arguing with siblings (hers or anyone else's), doing things without the constant reminders or threats, continue to push herself in school, and basically just rise above all the plagues of a teenage drama queen. I would hold my breath, but I know these changes are not coming within the next 45 seconds. I heard it described one time, about this particular age of a girl. They're too young for boys, and too old for toys. But age is progressive, and eventually the time will come when she faces responsibility as a young adult. I believe we're on the threshold, and as a parent, I just need to make sure she pays attention to what's in front of her, and doesn't get distracted by what's passing her by on the left or the right. This will also serve her well behind the wheel.