Merryyon's post took me back to the first morning our son drove off, carrying his two younger sisters to school. It was the feeling of all my eggs being in one basket, with some else steering the basket. No matter how well you have taught them, how much you trust them, it is a feeling only a " momma" knows.
There was a commercial on TV a year or so ago, where the dad is leaning the car window, telling a little girl of about six or seven how to drive safely. As he hands over the keys, she shows in the next scene as the teenager she has become, as if before his eyes in an instant. That one always brought a lump to my throat, because that is exactly how it felt to us.
