White Rose's Adventures

The Planet of “Mom & Dad”

Kid say the darnedest things…..no matter what their age.
As many of ya’ll know, 2 of my boys and 1 daughter-in-law have come to live with me for a bit while they find jobs and get on their feet. My oldest starts truck driving school on Monday, but that is another post I will write later. Anyway, being a single, healthy, red-blooded American female of the young age of 42, 43 in March, I am dating. Not much, but I am dating. With my kids having lived with their Dad for so many years while I have been driving a truck across our great country, they have not seen the day to day going ons in my life. They get bits and pieces, but not the really immersed stuff.

I don’t date much, a hazard of being a truck driver, and when I do, I have gotten to be very picky. Remember, I was married to two abusive men, of which one tried to kill me. So, I have a certain criteria that they have to meet. I have to say that several have gotten a first date, a few of them have gotten a second date, even fewer have gotten a third date, I think only one has gotten a fourth date, and none have gotten a fifth date. Too picky…..maybe, but I don’t think so. I just know what I want and what I don’t want.

Anyway, New Years Eve I was supposed to have a date with a guy that I call friend and have known for a while. A couple of days before, he backs out on the date. He had good reasons, and I understand, but I was still very disappointed. Then a couple of truck driver friends were supposed to be passing through my area and I was going to meet up with them. Just a friend thing, nothing more. But as crazy as the truck driving life is, things went wrong and they didn’t make it. One’s truck broke down, one cut his hand open to the bone putting train horns on his rig, and the other had to swap with another driver and go the other way. A death in the family, and my friend said he would swap loads so the guy could get home.

Then I got a call New Years Eve afternoon from the trucker friend that cut his hand and lives over in Louisiana. He went to the doctor and was now loading up his tanker and would be headed to the Carolina’s. He asked if I was still going to meet the rest of the guys. I told him what was going on with all of them and he asked if he could take me to dinner. Well, I told him that I had promised my boys and daughter-in-law that I would make my famous spaghetti, but he was welcome to join us. He was happy to hear that he could get a good home cooked meal and jumped on the offer.

A few hours later, after dark, he pulled his rig into my yard. YES! I have my drive set up so that I can park my rig in my yard. Heck, I can get a couple of rigs in the yard. Out of 5 acers between me, my Dad and my brother, he stops in the ONE place he could get stuck. When the water company put in my water meter a few weeks ago, there was a leak and it took them several days to get back out here to fix it. I have been all over this yard with my flatbed, it loaded heavy, and even in the rain. But with all that water sitting in one spot for several days, that little area was a bit softer than normal. Bayou Boy, that is his handle, thought I was saying “whoa” when I was saying “go” and stopped where all that water had been sitting for days. The tires start spinning and in the dark, I told him to just leave it, he could sleep on the couch and we would deal with it in the morning.

I cooked dinner and we all had a great time wishing in the new year. The next morning we got his truck un-stuck and he was on his way. But this brought up a little talk between me and my boys about men, dating and sex. Oh yes, sex. Not a topic I really want to talk about with my grown boys. We all know it happens, but there are just lines there that a parent has a hard time talking about with their kids. Besides, it is one thing to talk to your kids about sex in their life, but something totally different when they want to talk to you about yours.

They knew Bayou Boy slept on the couch, heck, one of my boys is sleeping on the other. But for a few moments, I felt like I was the kid and they the parents. I know my boys are very protective of me and have always been so. Unfortunately, they saw a little of the abuse I went through and that affects them and how they see the men around me. Course, with my being a woman in a man’s world driving a truck, 99% of my friends are men. For the most part, I am one of the guys while on the job. This is something my boys are not use to. For any other women out there doing jobs that most would consider to be a mans job, I know you understand where I am coming from. For you others, well, you will just have to open your mind to the fact that men and women CAN be friends and there be nothing else going on. If you can’t do that, I am sorry. You are missing out on some great friendships.

Anyway, we are talking and I am trying to hold that line of what is OK and not OK to tell your kids about your sex life. Harder to do when they are grown, one is married and expecting a baby. Then as I should have expected, my youngest, Steffan, becomes the comedian. Now think about this. I don’t care how old you are, the thought of your parents having sex is a foreign idea to you and some may even think it is “gross”. But the fact of the matter is, it happens. We are all human and all have human needs. Some of us do without for longer periods than those that are married, but it still happens, once in a while.

Anyway, Steffan all of the sudden pops, off “GROSS!”. I had not said anything out of line or inappropriate, but I think it finally dawned on him what he was asking me.

He said, ” Mom, your my mom! You can’t do that!”

I was stunned. I said, “Son, I am not dead!”

He said, “Parents are not supposed to do that.”

I asked him, “How do you think you and your brothers got here?”

He said, “The stork brought us and you come from the planet of ‘Mom & Dad’.”
Needless to say, I fell out laughing!!!