When the Tables Turn

I’m trying to find a way to get out of it. I am tired, I could defiantly lean into that excuse, I am balls deep into one of my favorite shows. My mind is a bit fried from the day I had, and I could really take a nap, or brain break. I am already snuggled in with my blankie. Ugh, clock is ticking, it’s getting closer, I need to be ready to argue my case. I’m gunna have to pull the mom card.

My youngest hollers, "Mom your other son is here". I kick my feet with my blankie, as my oldest opens the door whilst saying mom softly, then he sees me, and says mom you ready, with that half-cocked smile both boys got from me. Fuck. I already know I lost this fight. Doesn’t mean I am not going to try. I start in with how tired I am, been up since 3:30, watching my show.

He says, "mom". Fine, I am scared to ride in town, I say. “Mom, remember the first time I rode in town? What did you say to me? Just got to do it". Kicking my covers off saying fuck, fine. Fucker makes me so damn proud. Now on the ride, he’s leading, we have Bluetooth goin, but god this son of mine is driving me nuts. He is making sure to come to an absolute, complete stop at every fucking stop. I am not saying anything for a while. It’s an interesting dynamic, son is teaching mom. I am following his lead, and I can sense and see the moves he makes to protect me. It’s in the way he maneuvers, the way he tells me there is something coming, and in the way he watches every move I make. “Mom, turn signal”. After leaving it on for too long, because I was shifting into 2nd and threw into neutral. So I was struggling. But he stayed on top of every move I made, even though I was behind him.

I am very much enjoying the route he chose. There were some places we rode by that brought tears to my eyes it was so beautiful. Even though we had Bluetooth on we rode in silence for these moments. Til one of us broke the silence with how beautiful it was. One of my favorite moments was when son said  coming out of a curve into long straight stretch and says "this is where I like to just…" then he trails off, whilst taking off into the orange sky. I giggle at my son, and I follow suit. I roll that throttle back, and open her up. I am laughing and hollering in my helmet, I screamed this is so awesome. Then felt so bad because I realized he’s still connected. But he just laughs.

I got her up to 90 something. I was so excited, haven’t been able to find a stretch like that since I started riding. After a stop we continued on our way, and he’s doing it again, but now I am over it. I snap, Son, fucking no one is coming just roll through.  He calmly and smoothly responds you need work on stop and starts. Ugh, fucker, call me on my shit. He’s right. I don’t say anything, just swallow my pride, listen to my first born, and do as he says. Again, damn that boy makes me proud.

One of the best days of my life.