a mother’s day scare



I think I am fairly easy to please.  Tim may think otherwise.  But I definitely wouldn’t categorize myself as high maintenance. 

(I KNOW I AM SO FAR BEHIND IN POSTS WITH THE FOLLOWING.  I AM DETERMINED TO CATCH UP THIS WEEK!)

On Mother’s Day, the only thing I really wanted to do was rent a six-seater bike downtown along the musuem campus. It is one of my favorite things to do.  Since Tim’s motorcycle accident, I have ploying to replace the Harley with a bike we can all enjoy!  Can’t you just see us tooling around town with a Fred-Flintstone like bike with a cool Stoner Six sign hanging off the back.  We could use it for years…bike ride at night, bike ride to dinner in the village…

Anyway, the monstronsity-of-a-bike is pure fun but hard work considering it weighs a ton and we only have three ‘good’ pedalers.  But on Mother’s Day, we had a great day cruising around UNTIL…

Tim and I were thrown into shock when our sons hold up the syringe they have just picked up behind a boulder.   We had taken a break near the zoo at a boulder park for the kids to play. Clearly the syringe was hidden for no reason other than drug use!  As typical…Tim never panics.  I, on the other hand, immediately have visions of Ryan White in my head shortly after his twenty-year anniversary death.

Thankfully, the cap was still on.  Thankfully, they threw it down as quickly as they picked it up. 

But like all life experiences, there was good conversation to follow that included safety, drug use, and the story of Ryan White.  It never fails…there is always drama with four curious children.

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