Story about two mothers and their sons It was a hot day in June when Sarah and her friend Jennifer, Jen for short, drove through the back roads leading to the cabin. The cabin was Jen’s. She had gotten the it as part of her divorce while Mark, her ex-husband, got the house. Out of the two of them, she had always been the only one interested in hiking and exercise, and that was pretty much all you could do in the remote location it lay.
They had both brought their sons with them. Rick was Sarah’s and Matt was Jen’s. Ever since Jen and Sarah became friends they had made it a kind of a tradition to visit the cabin and spend time away from civilization for at least a weekend or two each year.
Though they were both 18 now, the guys never complained and actually seemed to enjoy spending time with their mothers. It also helped that they were friends from school.
Jen and Sarah were both single mothers, divorced, though Rick’s father was completely out of the picture while Jen had had to share custody of her son. Even though he didn’t need to now that he was technically an adult, Matt still spent every other week with each of his parents.
“It will be good to finally get away from the city,” Jen commented.
“Oh, god yes. If I have to sit through traffic another minute in this heat I’m going to fucking loose it,” Sarah responded.
Jen shot her friend a disapproving look for her language, but she didn’t seem to notice. She glanced at the rear-view mirror to watch for a reaction from their sons but they seemed absorbed in their discussion about some kind of video game. She knew her boy was 18 now, but she still had a hard time letting go of things like watching her language around him. Sarah was much more outspoken, and had a pretty brazen personality in general.
“But seriously, I’ve been looking forward to getting out here. I’ve been so stressed at work lately,” Sarah frowned to herself. They had both taken Thursday and Friday off for their long planned trip, and so had a good few days ahead of them to relax.
“Yea, I get that. I’ve been looking forward to this myself. Spending time away from everything, just us and our kids,” Jen said.
“Hardly kids anymore…” Sarah commented, her voice lowered.
“They will always be our kids,” Jen countered. Yet she had noticed the same things Sarah had. Her son, and Sarah’s, had grown into fine young men.
Jen’s son, Matt, had curly brown hair just like his father and a jawline to kill for. Rick had straight jet black hair, just like his mother, and looked like a real lady-killer himself. She was sure it wouldn’t be long until they had to deal with girls lining up in hopes of dating them. Luckily they were both a bit on the shy side when it came to such things, which was probably the only reason she had avoided dealing with those problems so far.
She and Sarah were pretty damn good looking themselves, at age 38 and 39 respectively. They should be, with the effort they both put into keeping themselves in shape. But work got in the way for them. It was one of the things that had brought them together, along with their divorces, kids and shared interests. They had hit it off immediately, and had been great support for each other. Sharing stories and difficulties as two single mothers had made their friendship strong.