My daughter is driving now

At 15 and a half, Lindsey officially now has a driver's permit in the state of Texas. Beware. I took her driving for the first time {ever} on Monday right before her piano lessons. This is where the $300+ investment at Austin Driving School should be paying off. I'm taking my friend Yvette's advice and letting most of the driving training begin there. Please say some prayers for us.

Actually, Lindsey did very well on her first time behind the wheel. It's still scary to have my 4'11" child driving. This is all new to me.

Comments

Heidi said…

Good luck! I failed my driving test the first time I took it- whoops! Sounds like Lindsey is already off to a better start.

February 01, 2007 10:59 AM

Mandi said…

Boy am I glad I moved! Lindsey on the road...oh no! J/K Learning to drive was the scariest thing I ever did. I was so afraid, I would always try to find ways to get out of practicing. I am sure Lindsey will be fearless!

February 01, 2007 4:53 PM

Unknown said…

oh wow! I remember how scary it seemed at the time, and now it's just second nature. Remember the first time you had to go on the freeway? Yikes - that was petrifying!
(I too, failed my test to get the actual license the first time - I was 16. I pulled into an intersection which was only a 2-way stop, the other direction didn't have to stop... good thing the car we were in had a break on the passenger side. Darn! I'd been doing so well prior to that. Had to take it again... devastating!) ~ Tina O

February 02, 2007 9:23 AM

~ Tina said…

okay, now I have postings under my own name... not sure what that "events at" was from!
(smile)

February 02, 2007 9:26 AM

Anonymous said…

Go Lindsey! Such a fun exciting time. I loved learning to drive.

February 02, 2007 6:09 PM

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