When I was fifteen, everyone started talking about getting their drivers licenses; where they would be driving around to, what kind of car they would be getting and so on. Well, I obviously knew that I wouldn’t be getting a car and I also knew that I wouldn’t be able to afford the insurance but I went through the motions of taking driver’s education anyway. Around the time I would be taking Driver’s Ed, they stopped offering “behind-the-wheel” at school so if you wanted it you had to figure it out on your own and pay for it. I think that when you grow up on limited financial resources, life just “is-what-it-is” and I wasn’t disappointed. In fact, the start of my sophomore year was when my parents got divorced so I had bigger fish to fry than worrying about a silly driver’s license.
I was a very busy teen, involved in all kinds of church activities; I was in the band (which is highly time-consuming) and I had fairly active social life. My mother worked really awful hours and didn’t have a driver’s license either (probably a very big reason why I never pursued it myself) and I had a healthy fear of my dad so asking him to taxi me around was out. So, how does a poor little rich white Mexican get around without her own wheels? – Boyfriends of course!!! (Groan) I don’t know if I was the stupidest or smartest girl around…
I pretty much had a perpetual string of boyfriends from the time I was a freshman in high school until the day I graduated. Consequently, I also never missed an event or was left sitting home alone. I have a tremendous amount of regret for those old ‘relationships’ and would change much about my choices….(probably a blog post for down the road….WAY down the road ;-)) But, like all good redemption stories, I found my hero; Josh.
I haven’t spent a lot of time talking about my husband except for an occasional reference here or there but Josh saved me from myself in so many ways and continues to do so on a regular basis (Yeah, yeah, I need a lot of saving).
Josh pushes me to better myself all the time and because of his influence, I have found great success in many areas. He and I started dating the summer after high school graduation and after a bit of time he MADE me get my driver’s license. He made sure I called and made the appointment for the tests; he made me practice driving behind the wheel, he even made me drive on the freeway when my appointment center didn’t require freeway driving! He said that it didn’t matter whether I would be tested on it; I had to be able to drive on the freeway. He even put two large trashcans on the curb and made me parallel park between them over and over (you should know that parallel parking is his specialty. J To this day, he makes me “ooh and ahh” every time he parallel parks).
He drove me to the DMV and waited patiently while I tested.
I passed!… I could have driven on the freeway AND parallel parked, if they’d have asked me to. When my license came in the mail, we noticed how mine looked different – No red strip. You know- the red strip which states when you will be old enough to do stuff? Yeah – I never had that strip since I was already 21.
My kids will definitely be trying to get their driver’s licenses when they turn 16 and they are so lucky to have a patient and oh-so-gifted parallel parker, like their dad teaching them to navigate those pesky freeways.