Its my first Saturday of "freedom".  My youngest child earned his driver's license yesterday.  He is already 18, this was the last small bit of control I maintained (that sounds awful to say, but isn't that really what parents struggle with when their children become adults?).

We went to the licensing center, I felt sick as I watched him take it.  Let's face it, its awful to have no control over a situation and have your child be disappointed.  I wanted him to pass so badly.  He bumped the curb, but pulled out and straightened up and parked "the beast" beautifully. 

We went for lunch to celebrate, then picked up my car at the shop.   As he walked to his car and I waled to mine, he stopped and hugged me.  He knew how I was feeling.   And then he pulled away.

And in perfect Matt style, he forgot to text me that he arrived safely.