A DMV clerk just asked me to go sit down when I approached the counter with my almost-17 year old son. He then immediately shifted his attention to Hunter, took the paperwork that was handed him, and addressed my son as the adult he very nearly is. Wow. That was ballsy — and correct. His business was not with me. GOOD FOR HIM. Mama needs to step back and let her boy be a man. It’s just so hard to forget that he isn’t my little tiny dude anymore.
ps) Afterwards, I wiped my tears, went back to the same counter, extended my hand, smiled, and said, “Thank you, sir…more than you will ever know.” He cocked his head to one side, smiled back at me sweetly and said, “You are so welcome, mama. As parents, it’s both the hardest and most important thing we have to do: Let them grow and let them go.”
Profound lessons are everywhere — even at the DMV.