My oldest son received his official driver’s license this week. While that left me feeling a little older inside than I care for, it also gave me a sense of relief. Wrestling is starting just around the corner, a sport where before and after school practices are the norm, but this mom won’t have to drive him to any of them. Or when he’s on a bus, coming home from a late night tournament, I won’t be sitting in the school parking lot wondering why they can’t seem to make it back before midnight.

Yes, part of me does worry about the choices he’ll make now that he has a little more freedom of mobility, but to no longer be the on-call taxi in his busy life frees up my schedule immensely. I call that a mommy win. And if I happen to start making him pick up his other siblings from their chosen extracurricular actives, it’s just part of the joys of that new found freedom he’s gained. Ah…bring on the virgin daiquiri, this mommy is putting her feet up and taking a break.