A Christmas Ride With Mom
When I read this post, I knew it had to kick off the 2013 Feel Good Friday blog. Although particularly touching to me, it’s the sort of heart-warming, candid, meaningful, fun filled articles you can count on in Rachael’s blog. Check out more of her stories at www.fuzzygalore.com and you’ll see what I mean.
Thanks Rachael for allowing me to share.
A Christmas Ride with Mom
Originally posted December 28, 2012: A Christmas Ride with Mom; Reposted with permission.
You just never know how a day will unfold when you get up in the morning, do you? On Christmas day, our family gathered to celebrate. We ate and laughed and listened to stories of the past, of hopes for the future.
During lunch my dad asked about the Ural as he often does. This was his first visit to our house in months so he’d only ever seen it in photos. Kenny quickly wheeled it out so that my pop could get a good look at it.
I made a promise to my dad that if he is feeling up to it in the spring that I will take him for a ride. That idea really must have tickled him, because he hung on to it for the rest of the day and every conversation we’ve had since Christmas. He has been reminding me that he’s excited to go for a ride. That makes my heart happy.
While we sat and chit chatted at the kitchen table – my mom, my sweet, awesome mom, didn’t bat an eyelash when I asked her if she wanted to go for a ride. There was no hesitation, no wavering, just YES!
I’m proud to say that after nearly 20 years of riding motorcycles, I finally took my mom out for her first ride with me.
I threw my riding jacket on over my dress, slipped a pair of jeans and with the biggest smile in the world on my mom’s face ~ away we went putt-putting down the road.
When I glanced over at her in the sidecar, it was like looking at a 20-year-old version of my mom. Her gray-blue eyes were busy smiling away through the helmet. The magic and youthfulness of wonder had captured her. She was thrilled and that was the best feeling in the world for me.
When we arrived back at the house from the sidecar I heard, ‘Oh, I love it! We could ride across country. Would you ride this to California?’ Yes, mom. I think I would
Seeing my mom so happy made my Christmas.
Have you ever had the pleasure of going for a ride with your parents?