I am a control freak. I like control.
I am teaching Hope how to drive, and it’s everything I can do to not freak the hell out every time I let her behind the wheel of my car. She’s not an awful driver; she’s just learning and learning is…challenging. And I feel like some of her daily challenges around self-esteem, impulsiveness, wide swings between detail orientation and oblivion make driving even more challenging. Knowing this on top of my already heightened need for complete and utter control over as much as my life as I can muster sends me into a frenetic emotional tizzy. But I have to hide it because of how I know my freak outs will affect Hope.
I’m committed to supporting her though and to helping her move toward successful achievement of this goal.
But I can’t say I’m thrilled about the process. But her development is more important that my internal freak outs.
That said here’s a quick run down of my internal monologue while Hope is driving.
Please Holy Homeboy, let us get out of this parking space without hitting any of the cars near us.
That speed bump probably busted my muffler.
[Waiting to turn left across traffic from property] Wait, wait, wait, wait. Go, go, go, go.
I mean, I guess the white lines on the road are suggestive. Wait, the YELLOW LINES ARE NOT SUGGESTIVE.
The speed limit is 35mph, we are going 19mph.
Wait, when did we start going 47mph? SLOW DOWN!
I truly believe in the sanctity of life but if she brakes like that again for an already dead squirrel….
I think I briefly fainted from fright.
My hand kind of has a cramp from holding on to the door.
Hope breathes a sigh or relief after every turn she makes. So do I.
Go, go, go, go, go!
Stop, stop, stop, stop.
YOU CAN’T CHANGE YOUR MIND IN THE MIDDLE OF A TURN.
I’m going to die in the passenger seat of my car.
Did I pay the life insurance? I’m pretty sure I paid the insurance last month.
Do not grab the door; keep your hands in your lap. It freaks her out if you look too scared.
We are on the highway for one mile and I might die from lack of oxygen. I can’t breathe.
Thank heavens there’s the exit.
Is she legit asking for directions to our house? She doesn’t know where we live? Sweet Hey-Zeus in a manger.
Is that a Bentley in our parking lot? #dafaq? Which of my neighbors is rolling like that????
Is she really about to park next to….OHMYHEAVENLYHOMEBOY NO!
We are parking….Please get it right, please get it right, please get it right. I’m not trying to spend my retirement on repairing that dang Bentley. Again, which of my neighbors hangs with folks who have a Bentley?
Did she just try to turn the car off while it was still in gear?
Ok, we made it.
Tomorrow she will take me grocery shopping and I will pray…a lot.
Hope is actually not a bad driver. She’s just learning and it’s a process and I’m a control freak and not being in control is really, really spazzing me out. Soon enough I will be able to just enjoy the ride.