And so each day she drives. And it goes something like this. ME: Hun, make sure you look really good (as we back out of our driveway) KALI: Mom, I did. ME: Do you think we're going a little fast? KALI: OH. sorry. What is the speed limit? ME: Um, I don't know..but lets get it under 45 k? KALI: K. ME: Ok, so when we pull into this intersection to go left, don't get too close to the car in front of you, and maybe go a little slower. KALI: Mom, I'm not..I'm totally fine ME: Try and put your blinker on a little earlier next time KALI: Mom, it's 200 ft. ME: Oh. ok. KALI: When the light is green can I make a right without stopping? ME: Yup just make sure you are watching for those cars turning too. Kali..CAREFUL...did you see that car on our right?! KALI : MOM! don't raise your voice it freaks me out... ME: Sorry. ---- So you can see a little tid-bit of what/how the drive rolls out. Each day. Over and over again. I try to be so calm, and talk in a calm format. But it doesn't always roll out the way you'd expect. Sometimes my fears jump in the way, and it gets crazy in that little Jetta. Let me just say. ONE CANNOT PREPARE ENOUGH FOR THESE DAYS. My Aunt Susie taught me to drive. I was 14. Stick Shift. Chevy Chevette. On the freeway. She didn't peep a word. HOW in the world did you do it Susie!?
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