My husband got a new car a few months ago. It has a stick shift. I had not driven one in a long, long time but I needed to drive it and it came back like riding a bicycle. We were talking about this Sunday evening when Rachel said, “Daddy, I am almost 15. I want you to teach me how to drive.” This isn’t the first time. Rachel has been driving for a long time. Evidence –
It makes sense that Rachel would be interested in driving. Rachel’s friends are all talking about getting permits. Some even have them. Rachel is very independent and very social so of course this is the next rung on the ladder to adulthood. Jonathan and I have discussed this driving thing. There are a very few people who have Down syndrome who drive. We know a couple of them. We’ve talked with their parents. If this is something she really wants to do, we would try to help her with this “rite of passage.”
I said, “Rachel, why do you want daddy to teach you instead of mommy?” In my mind I was thinking about how this showed she has good judgment. I suspect my meltdowns from working on math and spelling would be like a walk in the park compared to this. Her answer, “Well, you are a good driver but daddy plays Mario Kart with me. I am good at Mario Kart.”
I have seen her play Mario Kart. I think it will be awhile before the roads are ready for Rachel and her pink Jeep.