Teaching Mom to Drive

One day Kenneth’s mother decided that, since she’d soon be an empty-nester, she’d better learn how to drive. So she talked Kenneth, her last son at home, into giving her a few lessons while he had summer holidays.

It intrigued him that Mom wanted to learn to drive in her “old age” — after all she was almost 55 and to a young man of nineteen that was way over the hill. But it was a smart idea: some day she might need to know how, so  he agreed and let her take the wheel while he instructed.

The lesson did not go smoothly. Mom was so nervous in traffic; she kept forgetting the simplest rules; parallel parking was a lost cause; she didn’t know which streets were one-ways. to top it off she went through a stop sign and got a ticket. After an hour in the car with his mother, Kenneth blew out a long puff of exasperation. He was in for a torturous ordeal before she finally got her license.

After they got home he told his mom he just didn’t have the patience for this project. Anyway, she’d never become a good driver, so why not just accept it? Others in the family could take her where she needed to go if Dad couldn’t. If she persisted she’d likely have an accident and he’d be a nervous wreck.

His father was home by that time and listened quietly for awhile, then said, “Too bad you don’t remember the marvelous patience your mother had with you when you were learning to feed yourself. How many “accidents” she had to clean up when you were being potty-trained. Or how you’d wobble around and she’d rush to comfort you when you took a tumble.”

Kenneth flushed, stared at his shoes for a few minutes, then he said, “Sorry, Mom. Do you want to go out for another lesson tomorrow?”

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11 thoughts on “Teaching Mom to Drive

  1. My mom was somewhere around 40 when some people from the church gave her gift of driving lessons from a professional driving school. My dad was horrified. No female was ever going to drive “his” car! Of course, she eventually did. And I have to admit, she was kind of scary. I’ll never forget the time we were headed to downtown Minneapolis and she flew across a busy highway, not slowing down for the yellow light. A big old Mack Truck was heading right for us, and would have hit MY side of the car. When I pointed it out to her, she shrugged. “He can see me,” she said.

    Classic Mom.

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    • A truck friend made the comment once, “I don’t see why anyone thinks to try beating us. We’re always going to win.” A fact your mother never considered. 🙂
      Thanks for the comment. I know this story’s a bit old-fashioned; almost every female in N America can drive these days. My mom never did.

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