DMV Debaucle

So here is Joanna calling her Daddy to tell him she passed the test and received her learner's permit. A milestone day. And let me tell you...they do not have tissues, apparently, at the DMV. I looked all over them. Perhaps it has something to do with the fact that you are not supposed to cry in the DMV. There's no crying in the DMV. Well, I just couldn't help myself. How did this happen? How could she possibly be old enough to start driving. I am not ready.

I watched my child walked up to the DMV person, signed forms, take care of business just as I would. I began to panic and to think...this is the beginning of the end! Ahhhh!! Perhaps that is negative, but I just hate to see it end. I watched her and wondered...have we done enough, have we taught her enough, will she be ready to deal with the world? Now, I realize that she is only 15 and a half. She is young still. I guess I just caught a glimpse of what it will be like to watch her go out into the world, and I worry. Isn't that what Mom's are supposed to do? She will do fine. I am sure. She's a wonderful child. There are times that I feel she is more responsible that I am. I know she is more responsible, mature and intelligent than I ever was at that age. There are just so many temptations and distractions out there...so much to think about. Ok, I feel better. Now I just have to deal with her driving us to school every morning. My poor Honda will never be the same.

So the DMV doesn't have tissues...well apparently you aren't supposed to take pictures in there either. We received the strangest looks when I snapped some shots of Joanna taking her permit from the lady. It's ok...the other Moms in there knew what was going on...the only difference was they had the forethought to bring their own tissues.