That's a Momma!

I still don’t know exactly what he did but this is how I got involved.

Sometime after three in the morning it started just pouring down rain. I don’t know where it came from, but God opened up a veil and let the rain come down. I had just left Ihop and was headed back to the station when I saw this heavy set woman walking, head down, in the rain. As I driving her way I saw her waving her hand at me, so of course I stopped.

“Can you help me?” she asked.

“I don’t know. What you got?”

“I need to get to my son. An Officer has him at such and such and such and such.”

“Oh. So you need a ride up there?”

“Yes, my car broke down.”

“Okay. Hop in the back seat.”

She hops in the backseat, once I unlock the door, and I make a uturn and take her to such and such and such and such. I see the two squad cars, parked up under the sally port of the gas station and I find myself a spot as the lady gets out and charges her seventeen year old son. I was about to ask the female officer what was going on, when I see mom positioning son, on the back of the squad car, for a beat down. I decide to watch this instead.

Mom takes son’s belt, and tells him to put his hands on the trunk of the car and then proceeds to beat that ass. Now, since he has on jeans and what looks like two pair of boxer shorts he’s not feeling it and I guess he smiled. I didn’t see it, because his back is to me but I hear mom say; “So you think it’s funny. Pull down those pants. Let them sag like you like it. Yeah, you out here embarrassing me. I’m going to embarrass you.”

Hell, I thought she was going to make him bare skinny ass checks so I turned around, until the lashing started again. No, she didn’t make him go ass out, but she tapped that ass, like my momma use to do, and gave him a lecture to boot. It was nice to see. At one point, during the beat down, he turn around on her. I guess it most have started to hurt, even though he wasn’t showing it.

Yeah, he turn around and walked up on her. Okay, here is where I need to give you a idea of how they measured up to one another. Mother was about 5’6’’, one sixty five or so. Son was about 6’, one fifty. When son turned around on mom, mom said. “Oh. What you going to do, huh? What you go wanna do? You wanna go to jail or you want this ass whooping. You seventeen now. You go to big people jail.” (Big people jail is what I call it. She actually used the name of the facility). Anyway, he chose the ass whooping and she tore him up. She even got some of the back and if you know like I know…..It’s not a true ass beating if they don’t accidentally catch the back a few times.

Once she was finished whooping his ass, she gave him back his belt to put on and then she cried.
Now, THAT’S a momma!

-One Man’s Opinion. Peace.

I got to say, last week one of my fathers of the criminal teens in my area…you know the ones I

do bed checks on? He called me to let me know that it was almost eleven o’clock and his fifteen year old was not at home. I was very happy that I was getting cooperation from these parents.