By Georgia Osten,
I had the privilege of spending the weekend with my 15 year old Granddaughter while her parents and brother were in Kansas City at a BBQ Cook Off. My assignment was to merely get her from one destination to another and be the other “body” spending the nights in the big empty house. What a busy teenager she is! She is very involved in her theater class – she’s called a “Techie.” That means, she’s a behind-the-scenes person, tending to the lights, props, scene changes, etc.
My Granddaughter is also a driver of automobiles, assisted by a licensed driver – that’s me. I’m sure there’s a technical name for this status, but I’m sure you understand? Anyway, she’ll get her license next year when she turns 16, and by then we all hope and pray she feels very comfortable behind the wheel.
All this being said, I’m not sure what has happened to my fear level … I was very much at ease throughout the whole weekend, being chauffeured around League City. She knows many of the back routes, enabling us to avoid I-45. I don’t remember being a passenger with my own children as they learned how to drive because I don’t think I had the patience back then. I know, these days, they can sure scare the bejeebers out of me as adult drivers. They learned to drive in Houston and California, so they should know a thing or two about defensive driving. Nevertheless, I’m better off in the back seat of any of their vehicles.
We had a great time, Emma and I. We ate out, we shopped a little, and of course, she racked up a lot of good driving time. In the evenings, we would watch marathon episodes of Modern Family or Big Bag Theory. I knew it was time to come home when my car was so full I couldn’t fit another thing in there. You see, while she was occupied at school, I satisfied my “shopping fix,” one store after another.
I missed the beach, but there’s nothing like spending the whole weekend one-on-one with your oldest Granddaughter. As Emma told me several years ago when she was only 2 years old, “Yes Necessary, Grandma!”
(published 10/7/2014)
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