If you're from Pennsylvania, you know immediately that PennDot is the Pennsylvania Department of Transportation. Not a mental giant to figure that out. But, like other states, if you have a driver's license, you pend time in the local Department of Transportation office,.. applying, renewing, re-instating. For me, this year was my turn to renew. A fairly mundane activity on a chili but sunny Saturday afternoon in February.
But you can find familiar and captivating scenes everywhere you go. Like the parade of dutiful parents going through the ritual of helping their teenager obtain their driver's license. A tentative yet joyful teenager, an anxious and questioning parent. ... Yeah, been there done that. But I remember being joyful with my now grown children when the 3 of them were teenagers, getting their first driver's licenses. So I got to do that 3 different times with 3 different personalities and in 3 different cars (all mine), so I've had the full experience.
I was nervous for all 3 of them when they were finally in the car with the State Trooper.. My girls were of course quite anxious,.. my boy had a certain amount of bravado and swagger, carefully masking his anxiety. And me, I tried and I think successfully, to hide my anxiety , but not my support and pride.
But its funny, in the moment of being in the DOT yesterday, its was only then that I realized what I was supportive and proud of. If you don't know me, I can tell you that I'm often a bit of a slow learner, most times it takes a lifetime. But it was yesterday that I realized that I was supportive of this moment we were bearing witness to, of them being on the threshold of adulthood. I was proud of them for taking this step.
But deep inside I was emotional. Emotional for the joy I felt at being their Dad. I enjoyed being their Dad.
I watched the other parents yesterday and prayed that they recognized this moment and what a blessing this moment is. I hoped that they'd remember this moment in years to come, as one of many moments they got to share as they launched their teenager into the world. Maybe they'd be emotional, maybe they wouldn't. But like the line in the movie 'Avalon' implied, I pray that they'll 'remember well"
So in the view at PennDot, I see several things, but the keenest viewpoint I have is that of remembering well. It sometimes comes naturally, sometimes we have to work at it. But however it come to you, remember well. You'll never regret it.