My daughter passed her driver’s test a couple of days ago — along with thousands of others. I learned something from the process: she didn’t need me very much. She quietly stated what she felt would help: some likeness of the course. I could do that. I rummaged and found the “pylons” (above) and a couple bottles of windshield wiper fluid (because we only had 3 pails). No lecture. No backseat driving. No “teaching”.
In the end, all we can really do is to facilitate experiences. We can’t teach anything. We can have the privilege of being there when it happens.
What a privilege it is.
