So I must admit to you that where I raised my daughters was an upper class neighborhood. Shhhh okay? No one went home to empty houses. If both parents worked, which was unusual, there was a full-time housekeeper there to either pick them up or waiting at home.
“A lot of my classmates got a new car on their 16th birthday.” Yes, every kid did where I grew up and where I raised my kids — — except for me. I didn’t get my driver’s license until I was 19 because my father said I didn’t deserve it. It was awful and humiliating. I swore that I would never do that to my children. But guess what? My oldest went to college at 19 without one because I wasn’t convinced that she would be safe driving. My youngest got a car and a driver’s license at 18 because she was more mature and ready. I hovered.