So…whew…wipes brow…my Mom decided not to take the riding lessons. She read your posts and was amped to get started and here goes our conversation:

MOM: Your friends think I should go for it!!!

ME: OK. I have reservations and am concerned about you falling.

MOM: My guardian angels are looking out for me.

ME: I don’t wanna worry and hope they give you an old slow ass horse!!

MOM: Regan!!

ME: I’m serious.

MOM: Well, Mama always said do what you want but be prepared for the consequences.

ME: OK. Consequence. 1-800-SHADY-PINES!!

MOM: Regan!!

ME: I’m serious.

MOM: Forget you!!! You not the boss of me…LOL. Oooook I’m gonna look for a pottery class.

NEXT!!!

I am having a Summer Camp “parental” experience. My Mom texted me this morning.

MOM: “I have been invited to take riding lessons”

ME: (staring at my phone screen) My response: “hmmmmm”

Mom: They will be at the farm of the owner’s of The Black Dog.

ME: STILL staring at the screen. “hmmmmmm”

MOM: HELLO?

ME: Do they have any ponies??

I am really feeling some way. Look, I took riding lessons as a child when I went to summer camp in Freedom, Maine (Camp Hidden Valley). I was THROWN OFF of a horse that same summer. It HURT…BAD!!! I kept at it, but I was 10!!

I have not responded. I love that she is asking…but also know that she will do what she wants to do. I know my Mom doesn’t look her age and definitely doesn’t act her age, but her BONES are her age!!

Welp….sigh…

Hmmmm…what say you?