My Day With Buck

Buck walking into campus.

I love that my 22  year old son will spend time with me. Today we went to my hair appointment, where he waited patiently while Ms. Crystal and I chatted. She then turned her attention to Buck, asking all about the girls and whatever else he was willing to disclose in front of me. My best guess is Ms. Crystal wouldn't mind introducing him to one of her daughters.

As I drove back from North Fouke in a rain storm, my windshield wipers suddenly stopped working. So, we hung out under an overpass on Interstate 49, for the rain to sorta clear up for an hour. Buckaroo is good company in frustrating situations. The rain cleared for about 35 seconds, enough to give me a false sense of hope and zero visibility. Meanwhile, Buck googled "where is the interior fuse box" in a 2014 Rav4. The answer: nowhere convenient. 

We left the car at a gas station and my pal Joy drove us back to Wake Village while another thunder cell reigned upon us. Welcome to the South. 

Back to my day. Buck, knowing I had a few things to accomplish took off in his car and ran my errands, including picking up a birthday cake and getting lunch for the family. Meanwhile, the weather cleared enough for Marty to go with me to pick up my stranded car in nowhere Arkansas.  

When Buckaroo returned, the two of us drove through the now sunny skies to Hope, Arkansas where Buck starts school next week. He got his parking permit and chatted up several folks, while I stood around twiddling my thumbs, pleased he wanted me to come in the first place. After we were done with those errands, we high-tailed it back to Texarkana Arkansas where he picked up his student ID (don't know why we couldn't do this in Hope) and his text book. 

All day, my son discussed his life, his job, his future goals and aspirations. This is my child who makes me laugh and calms me when we are stuck under a bridge in a thunderstorm. As a mama, I'm glad to call him mine.