Saturday I had the fortunate opportunity to go on a date with not just one, but TWO of the most wonderful young men around- Derek and Evan. The school held a Mother-Son Hoedown, and with a last name like Roper, missing a hoedown is just not an option.
I saddled up with my two cowboys and we headed off for an evening of BBQ, lasso lessons, mechanical bull-riding, and even a fun photo booth!
Evan didn’t want to ride the mechanical bull. I knew he would be proud of himself if he could drum up the courage (even though he insisted that fear was NOT the problem). After trying several methods of mild persuasion, I offered to let him choose what we would do after riding the bull, and he agreed. Evan also insisted that I stand by my earlier offer of “If you’ll do it, I’ll do it.” So, I was one of the few mothers there who braved the bull. Not to brag or anything, but I got loud cheers from the onlookers upon completion of my ride.
What did Evan choose to do next? Eat dinner. For the second time. So, we ate our second full meal in less than an hour (although this one consisted of more cornbread and cookies than BBQ and salad). It was good food, but not that good. I wasn’t about to go back on my word though, so we stuffed our bellies full to the brim!
I wish everyone could experience the joy of holding hands with a 7 year-old cowboy or giggle while planning out photobooth outfits with an eager 9 year-old. The experience was best defined when we got home. The boys enthusiastically burst through the door and Derek exclaimed, “Hi Dad! You REALLY missed out!” It’s true. We had a great time on our date!
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