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Previous Challenge Entry (Level 2 – Intermediate)
Topic: Parent (11/16/06)

TITLE: Jacy's Motorcycle Mom
By Sara Harricharan
11/22/06


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“…my mom makes the best peanut butter cookies ever. Love ya mom. Happy mother’s day.”

The students applauded as Matt returned to his seat. His mother beamed proudly. “That is so sweet, Matt!”

Matt grinned. “Can I share the cookies now?”

The teacher, Mrs. Peterson smiled. His classmates crowded around as his mother handed him a large Styrofoam plate heaped with peanut butter cookies.

Matt handed them out, puzzled when he saw Jacy sitting slumped in the corner. “Want a cookie?” He offered.

A zoned-out Jacy answered. “A donut? Yes please, apple-spice.”

Matt blinked. “Earth to Jacy, peanut butter cookie?”

Jacy jerked, startled. “Uh, no thanks.”

“Jacy, you’re up next.” Mrs. Peterson announced. “Tell us about your mom.”

Jacy didn’t move. “There’s not a whole lot to tell.” Her eyes darted towards the classroom door.

“You mom couldn’t make it today?” Mrs. Peterson asked, sympathetic. Jacy looked at the floor. “Well, why don’t you read your essay to class anyway?”

“I didn’t write one.” Jacy squared her shoulders in defense.

Mrs. Peterson tried again. “There must be something you’d like to say.”

“You have nice mom.” Rina spoke up. “She makes good cake.”

“That was my babysitter. Not my mom.” Jacy glared at her. “My mom doesn’t bake. She says it takes too long. She’s better at cooking.”

“Really?” Mrs. Peterson encouraged. “What does she cook?”

“Lots of stuff.” Jacy said offhandedly. “We’re vegetarians. Every month we pick a theme. Like Italian or Chinese, then we collect recipes and make things.”

She slowly stood, shuffling to the front. Turning to face the class, she took a deep breath and began to speak. “My mom is different. She works a martial arts studio teaching Judo. She rides a blue Kawasaki, because Harley’s are too loud, she wears black leather and has two diamonds in each ear. She plays the flute and owns the donut shop on Gentry street. She travels a lot because of martial arts demonstrations all over the place, she always takes me with her whenever she goes.”

Jacy paused for a breath. “She’s a great mom and I love her lot. She’s really smart. She can speak five different languages and always has something chocolate around. She’s the kind of mom that doesn’t tell you not to do something and yell at you when you do. She just kind of let’s me learn from my own mistakes as long as it’s not something stupid.”

She smiled faintly. “Like when I got mad one time and tried to dye my hair green. She helped me dye it and took me to the salon to have it professionally colored when I got tired of it. She let me take singing lessons even though we both knew I couldn’t carry a tune. She never complained about wasting her time or how expensive it was.”

Warming to her topic, Jacy’s smile grew broader. “She always knows how to make me feel better. She taught me a lot of important things. I guess sometimes I don’t appreciate her as much as I should. She’s pretty busy, but she always makes time for me. I love her a lot.”

Finished, Jacy sighed with relief and headed for her desk, ignoring her classmates’ surprised looks.

“Not bad.” A new voice cut in.

Everyone turned to see and Jacy froze in mid-step. “Mom? When did you get here?”

Jacy’s description couldn’t have been more accurate. The woman smiling from the doorway, wore black leather, had two sparkling white studs in each ear, a blue motorcycle helmet tucked under one arm and a white paper bag in hand. She tossed it to Jacy, who grabbed it out of the air.

“Apple spice?” She asked hopefully.

“With chocolate frosting.” Her mom added. “I dipped it myself.” They shared a smile as Jacy hurriedly opened the bag. Taking a big bite, she closed her eyes to savor the sweetness.

Her eyes popped open. “Mom, where are we going?”

The answer was a smile followed with. “I’ll tell you when we get there. I have a demo from this weekend.” Jacy’s mom turned to Mrs. Peterson. She pulled a small white envelope from a fringed pocket and handed it over.

“Don’t eat all of that now, Jace. You’ll get my helmet sticky.” The blue helmet was slipped over Jacy’s head, along with a guiding hand on her shoulder. “Come on, we can’t miss our flight….”


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Donna Emery11/24/06
A unique mom! I could sense Jacy's conflicted emotions, yet there was real love between them. A nice story.
Leigh MacKelvey11/25/06
I'll bet all the other kids in class wished they had a mom like Jacy! I enjoyed reading the story. I liked the characterizations a lot!
Great job!
Joanne Sher 11/27/06
I love Jacy's reluctance - then her love exploding out as she told about her very special and unique mom. This was good stuff - thanks for sharing.
Jan Ackerson 11/28/06
Cute, but I'm unclear on Jacy's characterizations. Why was she "zoned-out?" Why didn't she do the assignment? Why then was she so articulate about her mother once she started talking? Maybe a bit more showing us inside Jacy's brain would help to clarify. I absolutely love the character of the mother, and would be interested in a whole story about her and Jacy.
Donna Haug11/29/06
Yes, that's quite the mom! ;) What was in that white envelope? Did I miss something? Permission slip for her to leave early? I love peanut butter too, but they would never be allowed in my kids schools! Crazy! I can understand her initial reluctance, and I liked her warming up to the idea.
Ruth Neilson11/29/06
I think this mom sounds awesome! In some ways Jacy's mom sounds like mine...minus the motorcycle and such. Though, I do have to wonder, with a mom like Jacy's why wasn't the child more excited? There is also several contradictions--she doesn't bake, and yet she works at a donut shop...
Marie Fieldman11/29/06
I like this Mom. Off-the-wall and really fun. She sounds like a kid. Refreshing spin!
Myrna Noyes11/30/06
I could see Jacy was a bit embarrassed about her mom being different from the other mothers, but in the end we all saw that being different is not necessarily bad. The most interesting people I know are the more "unique" ones! :) I very much enjoyed your story!
Abiodun Akinkoye12/02/06
Never knew I have been missing great writing. God uses us in our uniqueness.Thanks