Today marked Catherine’s first driving lesson with an actual instructor and there were plenty of nerves to go around.
She was anxious, too, but did quite well, taking a two-hour tour of lower Fairfield County, up to Westport on I-95, through Norwalk, Darien and Stamford, picking up the Merritt Parkway somewhere along the way. She learned to back into a parking space and practiced it “like 50 times,” she said, and quickly sorted out why sometimes the car slowed when she wasn’t hitting the brake (but the instructor was).
All in all, it was a good experience and I think gave her a bit of confidence. She’s looking forward to the next lesson.
Basil and I did our best to appear normal when the teacher arrived to pick her up.
I know I have a propensity for causing embarrassment, so I fought the urge to stand at the curb and wave goodbye; waited until she left to busy myself with arranging the parade of Easter bunnies in the front yard; and made sure to test-drive the hula hoop on the patio out back.
I figured it was the least I could do.