Being a race mom is not all it's cracked up to be. (Is it even cracked up to be anything?) My boys have a race car addiction. It started simply enough with go-cart racing, the daughter was the fastest one. Then it progressed to her racing a Toyota truck with her brothers as pit crew. Low and behold since she was having so much fun the twin brother had to have a race car. Older brother is the "Crew Chief". Now we are into the 3rd or 4th upgrade of race car, rpms, speed, leagues and all that. Oh and money, I cringe to think of how much money they spend!!
Do you know what it does to a mothers innards when watching your baby zoom viciously around an oval track at high speeds? It isn't good! The old adrenalin starts pumping, you want to close your eyes so you don't have to see anything bad happen but yet you do want to watch and cheer. If there is a problem or collision your heart falls into the very tips of your toes. But when he wins...... there is the huge smile on the face of your cool hot rod driving son that makes it all worthwhile.
