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‘Check Out My Muscle!’ – Today’s Gallery Theme
Today’s narrative is about something entirely different. Quite a funny story, really. I mentioned a month or so ago that the boys had palled up with a group from High School during the summer vacation and were spending a lot of time swimming, particularly river swimming in the Clinch. A couple of the group were African American, which we were very pleased to see, especially when we are faced with what is essentially a colour bar in the private gym (but, with Chad away on his travels, there is some pressure on Ron to get rid of that – but that’s another story for another time, and which could end badly when Chad returns).
Clare was in our yard the other afternoon, riding the mower in her usual state of semi-undress (shorts and bikini top). She noticed the lads and Jaymee return from school – and Leo, his mate Chris, and one of these new swimming dudes, disappear into our training cabin with a cheery wave. She thought no more about it…
…until suddenly, a large perspiring African-American lady bustled up, as Clare put it later ‘dressed for church’ (it was over 90 degrees at the time). ‘I suppose you’re his mother?’ Well, yes, Clare is indeed Leo’s mother, but what could this woman want? ‘I want to check out its OK for my boy to be here. He should be home doing his assignments. Where is he?’
Ooops. Clare knew perfectly well that the boys would be sweating over weights or wrestling in the cabin, almost certainly in a state of undress. No-one gets into our cabin without an invitation, though.
‘How did you know to come here?’ Clare was puzzled and was avoiding the issue.
‘He has to text me so I know where he is.’ Right!
‘You wait right here, Mrs…? She gave her name. ‘OK, you wait right here and I’ll see if I can find them. Take a seat right here on the mower!’ The lady looked very relieved to take her not inconsiderable weight off her feet, and sat fanning herself, which gave Clare time to sneak into the cabin and tip the boys off. Chris and the new guy were indeed in a sweaty tangle on the mats, with Leo cheering them on. The new boy just in his underpants…
‘Better pull some shorts on and get out here. Your Mom’s on your trail!’
Poor boy. Clare says she definitely heard ‘Oh shit!’ They lads were actually calling by to let us know that they were going for a swim, but got distracted. As they do. And the boy got ordered home to do his homework. He was soooooo embarrassed!
‘Mrs xxxxxxx – he’s welcome here any time…’ …but the large lady was bustling him out of the yard – not exactly leading him by his ear, but as good as…
Clare decided to trade on the situation. ‘So you two got the same assignment? Better quit messing in the cabin then? You gonna work together on it?’ They often do.
Faces fell. ‘I was going to go round to Chris’s this evening to do it – after we had a swim.’
‘My Mom’ll feed us,’ volunteered Chris.
I think we’re generally a bit more relaxed about how the kids spend their time that the large sweaty lady.
Clare glared at them for a long time before turning away.
‘Better get the bikes and get off down there, then. There’s towels in the airing cup…….’
But they were already racing off across the yard!
I like to think that we have some understanding with our kids in terms of what our expectations are, and them of us. Karen and Clare are certainly no ‘tiger moms’, nor Dave and I ‘tiger dads’ (if there are such things). We do demand – and get – respect – both ways. The kids get to enjoy their lives without feeling oppressed – and they get to ‘live’ them, as well. And any friend of theirs is always welcome. But not always, perhaps, their Moms…
And so to business, with more muscle admiration:
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