my twelve year old came home from school the other day and told me that some girl came up to him in the hallway and said
my mom can kick your mom’s butt in a bike race.
and i laughed, thinking hell yeah – there’s a whole bunch of people who can kick my butt in a bike race. and then i was all woah. who’s got her kid laying down the gauntlet?
and i actually race with a woman who teaches at my son’s school, so out of curiosity i say, was the girls’ last name such and such?
he says no.
and then i see mom such & such at the race this weekend and tell her the story & we both get a big laugh out of it. she hopes it wasn’t her daughter talking smack & laying down the gauntlet and i assure her, that unless her daughter had a different last name, it wasn’t.
but after we laugh about it, we wonder who it is. it’s a small town and there aren’t a whole lot of us 40 year old mom bike racers. i mean, everyone knows everyone on the pre-reg lists and every knows everyone on the start line unless some mysterious collegiate chicks drive from super far away to kick everyone's collective butts.
so i just double check and ask my son again what her name was and he tells me and it is not the daughter of the other mom and teacher at my son’s school that i race with and he adds:
mom, i have seen her mom and she does NOT look like a bike racer. she has that really high hair, you know – the higher the hair, the closer to god? i’m telling you - her mom is very close to god.