My first baby is now 17. When he used to sit behind me in his car seat kicking the back of my own seat I used to get very irritated, but he made up for that as we sang songs together waiting in traffic, or planned his future as a firefighter. The thought of a teenager was so far away. I had no clue.
And then as middle school came and went I remember dreading the thought of him actually driving one day. But now he is driving and it is awesome!
Although, I was reminded by a friend that when your teen starts to drive you lose that array of conversations able to be had while driving from one place to the next. This is true. I value that time.
But it also means potential for increased responsibility, freedom, growth, experiences, and gained confidence.
As I teeter back and forth from my driving, 6 foot, 17 year old who just arrived home from school unassisted, to my 3 year old who insists I help him pull up his underwear, yet not dare flush the toilet for him, I am reminded that everything about parenting is just a phase.