When Violet was born, I distinctly remember thinking to myself "I wonder what she'll be like when she's fifteen years old." I'm not sure why I picked a random number like fifteen, but it's just the age that popped in to my head. At the time, I also remember thinking that it seemed like a million years in to the future and we would all be driving flying DeLoreans by then. Then, I blinked and this past August, she turned fifteen.
As I type this, she's on the way to the DMV with her dad to get her learner's permit. She already passed the road signs and road rules tests online (which, did you know you can take your written driving tests online now? In my day, you had to study a book and take the test right at the DMV), so all she has to do is pass the hearing and eye exam and have her picture taken and she'll have her permit in her hot little hand. The good news is that she has to have her permit for a year before she can take her driving test and get her actual driver's license. In about a year, one of my children will be a licensed driver. Lord help us all.
I'm just glad we don't have to teach her to drive in a flying DeLorean.