As soon as I wrote the date this morning, I scratched my head, trying to recollect why this date stuck out to me so much… I know that March 23 is my paternal grandfather’s birthday, but he passed away when I was four years old, so that didn’t explain the draw. Then Facebook reminded me that eight years ago on this date, my firstborn obtained his driver’s license.
I remember the grin on his face after his successful exam, as if he could do anything in the world. I was so proud of him, yet I hoped that it wouldn’t mean that he felt that he outgrew his need for us.
This piece of paper or the date, March 23, 2009, may not seem like that big of a deal to most people, but it represents the beginning of my children’s independence. David no longer had to ask me for rides in the trusty family van, and he could give his sister rides where she needed to go. I missed the conversations we would have while driving places, but I confess it was so helpful to have an enthusiastic and capable substitute when I couldn’t drive or didn’t want to. It was also the beginning of my independence.
Each time that he pulled out of the driveway, I would marvel that my boy was old enough to drive and say a silent prayer for his safety. Eight years later, I still marvel…and I still pray.
What are the dates that stick out in your mind?