Thursday, June 23, 2011
start your engines
we drove down main street as we pulled into town. rolled our windows down after four hours with the A/C running on high, breathing in the country air. we've finally arrived. two kids smiling ear to ear, riding their bikes passing in front of the post office barely old enough to be doing so without training wheels. wearing helmets that cleary are hand-me-downs from older sibilings. faded in color and covered in stickers. they were just cruising along parentless, happy as clams, knowing exactly where to go. i smile, "that's why you live in small country towns." hunkaroonie nods, "isn't that the truth."
driving through the neighborhood to grandpa & grandma's passing vehicles who extend the two finger wave (you know the one where your hand never leaves the steering wheel. kinda like when you give a head nod, but with your hand) and then turn their head because it's obvious you're not from 'round here. they try to get a second look to see who you might be. who's son you are. who's grandparent you belong to.
it's all so unlike the city. it's magical. :: in their own way, they each are.
the summer is upon us. precious and few months of summer. so, we covet them. wrap them in the shiniest & most expensive paper and top with a giant red bow because baby it's only the best for these summer months. i pulled out the calendar to see our obligations and such for the coming months. marks made with my sharpie pen filled the month. June 4: Grandpa's 90th Birthday Party, June 17: Race Weekend @ the Farm, June 25: Wisconsin cousins visiting. i try my best to balance between both families, friends, and us time. i want it to be fair. but it's a moot point because nothing in life is fair. so, we do the best we can.
hunkaroonie was happy when the calendar hit June 17 because it's likely his favorite weekend of the summer :: race weekend.
motherinlaw and i have found our rhythm in race weekend. necessities :: sunscreen, bug spray, cooler/ice/cold ones, baseball caps, & cameras. friday night, on the wood bleachers opening a cold bud light clamato hitting them together *cheers* to family. our men tuning up the car and heading to the start line.
there is such joy in watching those you love doing things they love. the first year hunkaroonie and fatherinlaw raced i was so nervous. hands shaking as soon as the green light went off, repeating in a low voice "be safe, be safe, be safe" the entire length of the drag strip, a sigh of relief when they crossed the finish line. oh what a difference a year makes. i might have well been a stage mom with all the screaming, cheering, and jumping up & down when hunkaroonie beat his best time.
i have found the joy :: but i still want them to be safe.
the best feeling after leaving a weekend at the farm with family :: that of being grounded.
race weekeend 2010 post found here.