The other day I received the call that every parent of a driving teenager dreads. My husband was out of town, so Son #1 was using Dad’s car to drive himself to and from school. I was in the middle of making dinner when Son#1 called to tell me the six words we don’t want to hear:
“Mom, I’ve been in an accident.”
Okay, trying to stay the ultracool, calm in a crisis mom I attempt to be, I took a deep breath and realized that he must be okay because he was able to call and tell me about the accident. That was until he uttered eight words a parent of a driving teen really doesn’t want to hear:
“The ambulance driver wants to talk to you.”
The airbags had deployed, Son#1 was experiencing some neck pain and because he was a minor and the car was not drivable (due to the airbag deployment) they were going to transport him to the hospital to be checked out. After a brief discussion about logistics, it was decided that they would allow me to take him to the hospital myself, thus saving me a $1000 dollar ambulance bill and a whole to of aggravation. I turned off the stove burners, grabbed Son #2 and headed out the door.
Son#2 became my secretary, calling dad and relaying messages while I drove through traffic to the accident sight. We picked up Son #1 and headed to the hospital. It was a slow night in the emergency room so it wasn’t very crowded. It only took 5 hours for a cornea scan, neck x-rays, and a prescription for three medications strong enough to get Son #1 expelled from school.
Son #2 who wasn’t allowed to be in the room, had to sit in the waiting room watching a constant loop of Anderson Cooper talk to Chaz Bono and what it felt like to be a man inside a womans body, and Larry King discussing abuse and drug addiction with Hollywood stars. I had some major explaining to do the next day on that one. Thanks CNN.
We finally returned home close to midnight to a half finished dinner sitting on the stove and 15 messages from my husband on the phone machine.
So here’s the tally:
- Son #1 is fine
- The 10 year old car is totalled (due to the airbag deployment)
- Son #2 knows way more about gender reassignment and Hollywood druggies than I ever wanted him to.
- Our family became a statistic with a teenage driver who was involved in an accident.
But at the end of the day we were all home safe and sound and that’s just the way I wanted it to be.
Writing on the Sidewalk