Er, um, who . . . um, don't you have at least 10 years to go before you have driving lessons at your house? Nope, we aren't fast forwarding; we are going back some 20 odd years. Jarrad started driving lessons on Tuesday! It was, in his words, exhilarating.
We have been waiting 8 months for these lessons. Ugh. Just thinking about the process makes me want to cringe. Needless to say, it has been a wait and we were told that it would be mid September before we could get the lessons. But when Driver Rehab called and had an opening for the next 4 Tuesdays - we knew that we had to take it. We rearranged appointments and for the next 3 Tuesdays, stay off the road from 10 - 3:30! Ha!
Sorry, Sweetie!
Actually, the instructor said Jarrad did very well. He needs to work on 3 point turns and backing up straight. Not a big deal unless you can't turn your torso to look over your shoulder. Try it. Look over your shoulder but don't move your waist.
Yep, have to use the mirror for those blind spots.
Once Jarrad can do those 2 things smoothly (they are just a little jerky), he will go for his road test and get his endorsed license. THEN we get a script and can get a modified vehicle. The script is for the modifications - not the vehicle, FYI.
He said it went really well. The instructor said that Jarrad was the closest to injury person he has ever trained. Mostly, he trains folks who have had several years of not driving or have never driven. The latter, I understand. The former puzzles me a bit. One of the things that we were told in acute rehab was to not wait and get this taken care of as soon as possible.
I don't think it can come soon enough!
That was the big guy's learning experience. My other kids had great weeks so far too. Emma has a great teacher that seems so nurturing. She gave Emma a hug (shoulder squeeze) the first morning and told her she was so glad to see her. That made me feel good. And every day, I have a happy 1st grader getting off the bus.
Sam has really enjoyed his preschool mornings. Tuesday, he woke up asking if he needed to get ready. His favorite part is playing on the playground. I pick him up there. His teachers call him over and remind him that they have to be the ones to open the gate. They ask each kid if the kid wants a hug or a high five. Sam chose a 3rd option and gave his teacher a big kiss on the arm! I think he enjoyed his first day!
He told me the other day that when he grows up, he wants to be a preschool teacher.
Awwww. . . wait for it . . .
So that he can open the gate.
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