I spent six weeks of one summer vacation in a driver’s education class. We memorized laws, worked through driving simulations, learned how to adjust the car mirrors, and practiced driving for hours with the big yellow “Student Driver” sticker on the back of the car.
But I did not get even one hour of training before my daughter turned 12.
This oversight is the parenting equivalent of handing car keys to a four-year-old.
So now that I’m 46 and have the most precious adult daughter, I have some hard-earned wisdom to share with you.
