Once a Mom, Always a Mom

He went to fill his tank before his girlfriend arrived. I stood by the road in front of my house in the dark watching as his motorcyle tail-light disappeared around the corner of 6th street. Brief thoughts of my youth with his dad ran through my head. How I held on tight as we drove over the causeway on his little motorcycle, scared to death as the wind taunted us.
My thoughts automatically jumed to the worst case scenario. As big rain drops sporatically hit me, I wondered if I should bury him immediately or provide the works. He is so very happy with great anticipation of the fun he will have in an hour or so at the bike rally. My words of caution did not phase him. He assured me he would be safe. His girlfriend arrived in a hissy. She thought he came into town to see her, not the bike rally. She recovered and hopped on the back of his bike and he is now complete with a biker babe to show-off. I pray they stay safe and sound tonight. I won't be sleeping until I hear that motorcyle in the driveway. Just the other day, it seems, my mom was waiting to hear the sound of her children's safe arrival. You would think, by the sound of this journal entry, that my son was a teenager. He is 23. Once a mom, always a mom.