We were advised to go to Sulphur; that the wait is shorter there. So we hopped on I-10 West, going out of our way, only to discover that their computers were down this morning and the waiting room overflowed with folks, all seats taken, even people sitting on the floor, awaiting licenses, license renewals, license plates, car registrations, and whatever else people go to the DMV for. The elderly woman next to me had been waiting for over two hours. Andrew and I decided to take our chances and try the Lake Charles DMV, though I knew we’d wait there, too.
We took a ticket, found seats, and opened our books. Three and a half hours and several trips to the vending machines later and we now have a third licensed driver in the house. Yep, he passed, first time!
As I sat waiting in the overly-chilled DMV, I recalled when I was 16 and got my own driver’s license (I failed the first time – we won’t talk about that) and reflected on what it means to a young person. A degree of freedom. More independence. To no longer be wholly reliant on Mom and Dad. And what it means to a parent. A letting go. A trust. A stark realization that they’re growing up. Quickly.
Advice for anyone planning a trip to the DMV: Take a big book, a bulky sweater, a whole lot of patience, and go on a day when you have absolutely nothing better to do.
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Look at that face! That's one happy kid. Congrats, Andrew, and good luck with the letting go, Angie. It's hard at first but it gets easier, especially when the new driver offers to go to the grocery store for you.
What a milestone.
Chaney and I thought we'd be smart. Clinton was coming to town so we figured everyone would be at Chenault watching/listening to him. We hurried to the DMV and guess what--it was packed. Everyone was there watching Clinton on TV. And that was the tiny OLD place before they moved to big roomy headquarters. :) I'm not a DMV fan. Just renewed Jim's online. Soooooo easy. Congrats to Andrew!
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