“Right! Pull over.” I said to my son as he slammed his foot on the brakes for the fifth time this drive.
Now, I don’t expect much but what I do expect is someone to treat their possessions with care. Especially if it is something that they have been gifted. I’ve been observing my son’s driving over the last few weeks and it seems like he thinks this car is some sort of luxury he can take advantage of. He lets his mates spill milkshakes all over the dashboard, he’s hit the driver’s door into a pole, and now I’m noticing he continues to slam on the brakes. He’s not a bad driver. He’s not driving like this because he has poor driving skills. He’s driving like this because he simply does not care about what impact he has on the car.
“Dad, stop being overbearing and let me drive,” my son bit back.
“You want to keep this car?” I asked.
“Yeah?”
“Then you’ll pull over now.”
My son rolled his eyes and sighed as he indicated left to pull over among the parked cars.
“Now tell me, how much does a brake pad replacement cost?”
He shook his head and shrugged, so I asked him again.
“I don’t know. A bit?” he replies.
I told him to drive us home. That evening I started mulling over how I could get my son to understand the responsibilities that come with owning a car.
We had a chat later that night. I told him that he was to pay for the next log book service. Lockleys has a great, reasonably priced mechanic so I gave them a call. My son was not happy about this news but he knew he had no choice.
For me, responsibility makes up the bigger picture of a person. Someone who is irresponsible from a young age in one area of their life, will continue to allow irresponsibility to seep into other areas of their life. That’s not how I want my children to grow up.

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