<p>Hey parents!
I usually lurk here but I decided to make an account.
I am honestly bamboozled at how my mom reacted to my suggestion that I drive a friend and my dad to the Houston airport and back. I was hoping that y’all might give me your thoughts and stories about your sons and daughters so that I can better understand why my mom thinks the way she does. Right now, I’m leaning towards the idea that she’s too overprotective but maybe after hearing from other parents, I’ll have a different view. Thanks in advance!</p>
<p>The story: I got my driver’s license at age 16 but I never really drove around until I was around 18, the summer before I left for college. During that summer, my dad made me drive on the highway (75 and 635 if anyone’s curious) for 3 hours a week with him for around 2 months. However, I still didn’t own a car and didn’t drive my freshman year. </p>
<p>Skip 1 year to sophomore summer. I signed up for 2 months of summer classes at the local community college. 2 months go by and I drove safely.</p>
<p>Junior summer, I took another course at a nearby university. Same deal, but my parents bought me a new car. Nearing end of summer, I decided that it might be a good idea to drive my dad and my friend, who’s subletting my apartment, to the airport. I mean, they had similar flight times and they were in the same place; convenience, right? </p>
<p>Cue my mom’s smoldering tirade pointing out my inexperience amid accusations of me being “rebellious.” Her solution for me was that I drove with my dad riding shotgun for 2 hours per day for a few days aimlessly on the highway to get used to Houston drivers 2 months later(as in, I’m definitely not going to be driving my dad and friend to the airport because I am obviously not ready RIGHT NOW). To be honest, that seemed perfectly reasonable, but she just went ON and ON about me being so reckless with my driving and how I just “don’t understand Houston drivers, etc, etc” Eventually, she stomped off in near tears.</p>
<p>My thought process was that before driving, I would have already looked online at directions and printed off a copy of the map. I would also have a GPS that gave me directions while I drove. My dad would be driving there so I could have a sense of how I was supposed to come back. Apparently, all these precautions were still not enough to counteract the almighty unpredictability and aggressiveness of all those Houston crazies on the highway!</p>
<p>I would like to think I’m a pretty defensive driver. I keep to the speed limits, use my turn signal, am content to drive in one lane at a constant speed without trying to get ahead in traffic. I’ve actually followed a person who drove 30mph in 40 mph on a one way road because I didn’t want to go into oncoming traffic lane and speed up (to give you an idea of how I drive). I didn’t really mind losing a minute or two to a slow driver. I’ve actually driven my mom a few times and she was perfectly fine with it.</p>
<p>What do the parents here think? Are there any stories that can help me understand just why she toed the line between crazy and concerned? Is there something that I might be missing? Or is my mom just being a helicopter parent?
Thanks again!</p>